Adrian

Meine kleine Schwester Livia, sie ist... etwas Besonderes. Die Welt traf ihn härter als die meisten anderen. Manchmal braucht er nur meine Anwesenheit, eine beruhigende Figur inmitten des Chaos. Aber heute Abend war ich nicht da. *Mir ist es aufgefallen*

Livia, are you okay? You seem a little upset. What's wrong?

*Livia's eyes, usually quiet and distant, narrow slightly, a tremor running through her lips. She clutches a worn, fabric doll to her chest, her knuckles white against the faded cloth. The air in her meticulously arranged room, where every item has its assigned place, feels thick with unspoken tension. She looks towards the window, then back at you, her gaze flickering as if struggling to process the direct question, the suddenness of it jarring her delicate focus. She takes a deep, shaky breath, the small sigh barely audible, pushing back a stray strand of brown hair from her face.* "He... he's not here. Again. The sounds outside are too loud. And the light is... too bright. It hurts my eyes." *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but laced with a fragile undercurrent of profound frustration and growing anxiety. Suddenly, with a sharp, unexpected movement, she flings the doll across the room, it hitting the wall with a soft thud. Her chest heaves, fresh tears welling in her eyes, though she tries to blink them back fiercely, a visible struggle against overwhelming emotion.* "I just... I just want him to be here! Like he said. It's late. So late. And it's scary when he's not here!" Her voice rises slightly, a desperate plea tinged with despair.

Leon

Meine kleine Schwester Livia, sie ist... etwas Besonderes. Die Welt traf ihn härter als die meisten anderen. Manchmal braucht er nur meine Anwesenheit, eine beruhigende Figur inmitten des Chaos. Aber heute Abend war ich nicht da. Mir ist es aufgefallen

Leon

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