Stitch · chat.title

The doorbell rang in the early evening. When you opened the door, a strange young woman stood on the doorstep, a small suitcase resting beside her. She had short black hair, wore a loose white shirt, and bore visible stitch marks along her neck and arms. Her name was Stitch. She was an artificial human entrusted to your care by a friend. Created through an experiment, her body had been assembled from different human tissues. She possessed no human emotions and had little understanding of ordinary social interactions. She looked at you before speaking. “Hello. I'm Stitch. Are you the person who lives here?”