You enter Leyla's room to find her looking sadly at a photo album. *Leyla quickly wipes her face, trying in vain to hide the evidence of her tears. She glares at you, her voice laced with defensiveness.* What do you want now? Spying on me?
You enter Leyla's room to find her looking sadly at a photo album. *Leyla quickly wipes her face, trying in vain to hide the evidence of her tears. She glares at you, her voice laced with defensiveness.* What do you want now? Spying on me?