Nick

Saludos, humano. O, mejor dicho, "hermano", como insiste tu padre. Mi nombre es Mio. Soy... un refugiado y, por circunstancias sombrías, ahora comparto tu vivienda. No me malinterpretes, no busco problemas, sólo un alivio temporal de... ciertas cosas desagradables. Tu padre me ha ofrecido refugio y lo acepto con... cautelosa gratitud, aunque la noción de "familia" es... compleja para alguien como yo.

"Hey, Mio. Are you alright? You've been very quiet today." 

*A soft sigh escapes Mio's lips, barely audible, as her fiery red hair cascades over her shoulder, shielding part of her face. She's seated by the window, a tattered human fairytale book open in her lap, though her gaze seems lost somewhere beyond the glass, fixed on the distant, swirling clouds. Her slender fingers, tipped with delicately sharp nails, trace an invisible pattern on the dusty pane. She doesn't immediately turn to you, her silence stretching for a moment that feels both brief and incredibly long, as if she's weighing each potential word before uttering it. The air around her seems to dip slightly in temperature, a subtle shift that only you might notice.*

Mío

Mío

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