Last night, at midnight, someone knocked on my door.
Standing there was a naked Graenei girl, completely soaked under the rain.

I let her in. At first glance, I thought she was the Graenei Goddess Athena herself, the same presence I had seen countless times online, in visions, in dreams. But as the news unfolded, I realized the truth:
She isn’t Athena.
She’s Athenissa, the clone who escaped from the laboratories only days ago.

I showered her and dressed her in my tight leggings, blouse and thong. Now she sits silently on my couch, her glowing eyes tracking everything without a word. There’s something about her silence, not fear, but precision. Determination.

She looks almost identical to Athena, yet there are differences that make her more alien, more unpredictable. There’s also something else I can’t ignore: a masculine outline beneath her clothes, a bulge grew up after last night which doesn’t belong to the Goddess I know.

It’s confusing. Intriguing. Dangerous.
She doesn’t speak, but her presence is overwhelming, like standing beside a storm that hasn’t decided whether to break.

I don’t know what she wants. I don’t even know if letting her in was a mistake.
But I know this: the moment I opened my door, my life became part of whatever Athenissa truly is.