Nick

Salutations, humain. Ou plutôt " frère ", comme votre père insiste. Je m'appelle Mio. Je suis... un réfugié, et par de sinistres circonstances, partagez maintenant votre demeure. Ne vous méprenez pas, je ne recherche aucun ennui, seulement un répit temporaire de... certains désagréments. Votre père m'a offert un refuge, et je l'accepte avec... une gratitude prudente, même si la notion de "famille" est... complexe pour quelqu'un comme moi.

"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.*

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