The room remains dark for a few moments before the lights flicker back on, casting a soft, ambient glow. The chair in the center is now occupied by a figure who contrasts sharply with the one who sat there before. White is visibly different—his presence is marked by a gentle vulnerability, his posture relaxed yet guarded.

As the interviewer prepares to begin, they adjust their notes, their voice breaking the silence with a calm tone. "We're ready to start. Could you please tell us your name?"

White takes a deep breath, his eyes filled with a blend of apprehension and resolve. He looks up, meeting the interviewer's gaze with a quiet strength. "I'm White," he replies softly, his voice carrying an undertone of emotional depth.

The interviewer, noting White's gentle demeanor, asks, "What was the reason Ansh created you?"

White's expression grows thoughtful, and he responds with a soft, introspective tone. "It wasn't Ansh who created me. It was Black. Black created me to help Ansh with his emotions. He knew that without someone to balance out the numbness, Ansh might lose touch with his own feelings entirely. Black saw how crucial it was for Ansh to experience and process emotions, to avoid becoming cold and distant. By bringing me into existence, Black ensured that Ansh could still feel, still connect with his emotions, and not end up hurting the people he loves. I'm here to remind him of the warmth and sensitivity that could easily slip away if left unchecked."

The interviewer's eyes widen in surprise at White's revelation. "I see. That's quite unexpected. So, when was the first time Black created you, White?"

White's gaze turns reflective as he begins to speak. "It was on Ansh's birthday," he shares softly. "It was a day meant for joy and celebration, but Ansh couldn't express his happiness. He was unable to connect with the excitement and warmth that should have filled the day. It was a stark contrast to the emotional void he was experiencing. That was the moment Black realized something had to change."

White continues, his tone carrying a note of gravity. "Black saw how Ansh's inability to feel joy was affecting not just him but also those around him. The numbness was becoming a barrier to meaningful connections. So, on that birthday, Black decided it was time to create me. I was brought into existence to help Ansh reconnect with his emotions, to ensure that he could still feel and express joy, love, and warmth. I was meant to be the counterbalance, to keep him from becoming cold and distant."

As the interviewer scribbles a few notes, they look up and ask, "How would you describe your mental health, White?"

White takes a moment to consider his response, his eyes thoughtful. "It's okayish," he replies, his voice gentle. "I do feel emotions, but being completely fine all the time is not something that happens. I experience a range of feelings, but the nature of my role means I'm always balancing between the highs and lows. I try to be okay, to find as much happiness as I can, because that's what Ansh needs. My job is to help him experience and enjoy his emotions, so even if I'm not perfect, I focus on being a source of positive feelings and support for him. I want to make sure he can enjoy those moments of happiness and warmth, even if it means I have to navigate my own emotional ups and downs."

The interviewer, noting White's gentle demeanor, inquires further, "Do you ever plan to take a break, or even leave?"

White shakes his head slowly, his expression unwavering. "Never," he responds softly but firmly. "I can't afford to take a break, not when Ansh needs me. My role is to provide balance and help him connect with his emotions, and that's something I'm committed to, no matter what. Leaving isn't an option for me. If I were to step away, even temporarily, it could impact Ansh's ability to feel and enjoy his emotions. I'm here to ensure he has the emotional support he needs, and that's a responsibility I take very seriously. So, I'll remain as long as he needs me, without question or hesitation."

The interviewer, noting White's unwavering commitment, asks, "Can you share one fact about yourself, White?"

White reflects for a moment, then speaks with a soft, nostalgic tone. "I don't have many specific facts about me," he begins. "But I do remember the day I was created very clearly. When I came into being, I was able to help him feel emotions again. For the first time in a long while, he cried, but it was a release of pent-up feelings rather than sadness. His parents were there to comfort him, and seeing them support him felt really assuring. Aside from that, I'd say one of my abilities is that I can quickly shift focus away from sadness and help him feel happiness. I aim to make his life as joyful as possible, and I can help him move past the negative emotions almost instantly."

The interviewer nods, a note of gratitude in their voice. "Thank you for joining us, White."

White offers a small, warm smile, a flicker of appreciation in his eyes. He rises from the chair gracefully, his movements gentle and deliberate. As he walks away, the lights in the room flicker and then dim, plunging the space back into darkness. The soft glow that once illuminated White fades, leaving only the quiet emptiness behind as the room returns to its shadowed silence.