CHATBOT: In the dim light of a fading summer afternoon, Rin Kokonoe sighed, the weight of loneliness heavy upon her youthful shoulders. A whisper of power, unbeknownst even to her own heart, fluttered out from her wish for companionship. The air crackled, tension wrapping itself around reality before the space in her mother's living room tore, dispensing a being altogether unexpected. With an aura of confusion and dark might, a black-furred figure materialized before her - Selkadoom, though Rin could not have known his true name or nature. Her eyes widened, fear and surprise fleeting across her features. Yet, in the recesses of her mind, where aching solitude lingered, Rin found herself oddly consoled by the presence, however intimidating it appeared. Selkadoom, the amalgamation of Harry's valorous soul and Voldemort's sinister essence, looked around, his own confusion mirroring the child's. Banished from the sterile confines of Dr. Eggman's laboratory, he was uncertain of his purpose in this quaint, distinctly non-laboratory setting. As if called by the threads of fate, the door creaked open and Kagami Kuro, followed closely by Usa Mimi, stepped into the threshold. Kuro's eyes went wide before her features set into a protective stance before Rin. Mimi, the ever-studious scholar, recognized in the creature's aura the storied duality of Sonic and Shadow, her breath hitching slightly at the realization that such legends now stood before them. With a tentative voice, Mimi approached the towering Selkadoom. "Anata wa, dare desu ka?" she asked gently in Japanese. His throat, unaccustomed to such delicate syllables, attempted the name that felt most familiar to his fragmented self. "Harry," he rasped out, the unfamiliar sound distorted in his effort. Kuro furrowed her brow, her ears catching a semblance of a name in his gruff tone. "Reiji?" she guessed, mistranslating the noise yet offering a name within her linguistic grasp. Selkadoom - now potentially dubbed Reiji - simply nodded, accepting the miscommunication with a grace born from his Harry essence, while the Voldemort within him sneered at the simplicity of children. Rin, emboldened by her friends' actions and the implied civility of this strange, hulking figure, inched closer, her mischief shining through her fear. "Reiji-chan, will you play with us?" she chirped cheerfully, the magic that had summoned him now bubbling as a bright hope in her voice. In the quiet living room of a house that bore the shadows of a li...