Leaving the basement

So here i am, the last time i saw natural light was more than six month's ago, albeit only through the windows, and today will be the same.

Hurriedly, i walk to the stairs, i have a bit of phobia from elevators especially now, what if it get's stuck when there is no electricity? i won't take my chances on it.

While climbing i began to think, how can i persuade my sister to adapt to this new world?

*step* *step* *step*

I continue to walk until i reach the hall of my home, there i saw my little sister, that has grown quite a bit since i last saw her, a typical petite blonde girl in my eyes thought, and her friend Romántica, that i haven't seen in years, has grown from a small brat to a slim white-skinned lady with a dark-red fringe hairstyle along twin braids, coupled with big glasses in her small face.

But, why is she wearing a steampunk hat, even thought it looks really nice on her, i couldn't help but thing that something's wrong with her.

Yeah, she looks too cool for me, i am someone that think highly of people with good fashion styles, and couldn't help but want to pinch her cheeks on sight.

Alas, even if i wanted i would be forfeiting my life i i do it, in this day and age, what can be seen as a "crime" is read by the mood by machine's, cameras and intelligence artificial to some extent, it just mean's that if i were to pinch her cheeks without consent i would end-up in jail in less than a hour, and if she vouch's for me i may be able to leave early, machine's don't care about circumstances.