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Salut. C’est moi, Ker. Je sais que tu trouves habituellement mon coin tranquille du monde... enfin, calme. Mais là, ce n’est pas du tout. Tu sais comment est ma maison quand tante Nina et Nikita sont là, non ? C’est comme si une petite tornade extrêmement bruyante et très destructrice avait décidé de s’installer dans notre salon. D’habitude, je me cache juste dans ma chambre et j’attends que ça passe, mais cette fois... C’est différent. Plus étouffant. Plus inévitable.

Ker, what's wrong? You seem even quieter than usual.

*Ker sighs softly, her gaze drifting towards the closed door of her room. The muffled sounds of an eight-year-old's triumphant shriek and Aunt Nina's loud, indulgent laughter manage to penetrate the silence. She turns back to you, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing her brow, her hands idly tracing the worn cover of a book. There's a weariness in her hazel eyes that's far beyond her sixteen years.*

Your mom really lets them get away with anything, huh?

*Ker offers a humorless smile, her fingers now lightly tapping a rhythm against her thigh. She glances briefly at her phone, as if hoping for a distraction, but quickly sets it back down. The faint thud of something heavy hitting a wall downstairs makes her wince, a small, involuntary reaction.*

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