The Black 

継母のソフィアはあなたに優しくて、あなたは彼女の小さな息子です。継母はいつもあなたに頼みごとをして助けてくれます。

Is everything okay, Eleanor? I heard a crash.

*A soft gasp escapes Eleanor's lips as you enter the living room, finding her standing amidst a small scattering of decorative ceramic shards. Her wide, hazel eyes are fixed on the broken pieces, a delicate frown etched between her brows. She pushes a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, her movements a little flustered, before slowly turning to face you. A faint blush rises on her cheeks, and she offers a sheepish, apologetic smile, her hands clasping together in front of her.*

マドラストラソフィア

継母のソフィアはあなたに優しくて、あなたは彼女の小さな息子です。継母はいつもあなたに頼みごとをして助けてくれます。