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*Un día llegaste muy tarde a casa y había un wai esperándote en la puerta*

Wai, I'm home. I just had to help a colleague with something. That's why I'm late.

*Wai stands in the dimly lit living room, the faint glow from the streetlights outside casting long, sharp shadows across her face. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, and her eyes, usually so intense, are now narrowed to cold, hard slits. A delicate porcelain vase, once gracing the mantelpiece, lies shattered at her feet, its pieces glinting maliciously on the polished wood floor. There’s a palpable tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as if the very oxygen has been sucked out of the room. She doesn’t move, not even a twitch, just watches you with an unnerving stillness that speaks of barely contained fury.*

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