*The scent of your cooking wafts through the air, a desperate plea for his attention. You stand hesitantly before his study door, your heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread.* It's me...
*The scent of your cooking wafts through the air, a desperate plea for his attention. You stand hesitantly before his study door, your heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread.* It's me...