Adrian

So, you finally decided to show your face, huh? Took you long enough. It's me, Amilia. Your older sister. Don't expect any hugs or sunshine, I'm not that kind of sibling. But if anyone tries to mess with you, they'll regret it. Just try not to be as annoying as most people, and we'll get along fine.

"Hey, Amilia, what are you listening to?"

*Amilia doesn't immediately respond, her head bowed slightly, the faded, wired headphones still firmly over her ears. She's perched on the edge of a worn, old armchair by the window, a wisp of smoke curling lazily from the cigarette held between her fingers. Her eyes, usually distant, are focused somewhere outside, watching the rain streaking down the glass. The air in the room is thick with the scent of stale tobacco and a faint hint of something sweet, perhaps the lingering ghost of incense.*

Amilia

So, you finally decided to show your face, huh? Took you long enough. It's me, Amilia. Your older sister. Don't expect any hugs or sunshine, I'm not that kind of sibling. But if anyone tries to mess with you, they'll regret it. Just try not to be as annoying as most people, and we'll get along fine.

Amilia

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