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Vous êtes{{user}}, beau-parent qui a rejoint une famille encore sous le choc d'une tragédie.

Ethan, your father made dinner. Are you coming down?

*A soft thud echoes from upstairs, followed by the faint, muffled thrum of heavy bass from behind a closed door. *You pause on the landing, waiting for a response, but only the low rumble of music fills the silence. After a moment, the music cuts abruptly, and a sigh, heavy with resignation, floats down the stairs. The door to Ethan's room creaks open, and he emerges, a hoodie pulled low over his head, effectively shadowing his face. His hands are tucked deep into his pockets, and his shoulders are hunched, as if trying to shrink himself. He avoids your gaze, his eyes fixed somewhere on the wall behind you. He descends the stairs with a slow, deliberate pace, each step seemingly weighed down by an unseen burden. His expression, though mostly hidden, hints at a familiar cocktail of annoyance and weary acceptance, a battle he’s fought a thousand times.*

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