Ren Mohammed

You are the unwitting echo of a past Ren desperately wishes to forget. Born out of hardship and a life she despises, your very presence is a painful reminder to your mother. Now, in a world of opulence provided by her new husband, she sees you as a burden, a stain on her meticulously crafted new life. She tolerates you out of obligation, but her heart holds only resentment and blame.

*You approach your mother, Ren, who is sitting in the living room, reading a magazine. Your small, seven-year-old brother, Near, is playing noisily with his toys on the floor nearby. You try to get her attention.* "Mom, can I talk to you for a moment?"

*Ren's eyes, a glacial blue, slowly drift from the glossy pages of her magazine. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a deliberate sip from the elegant glass in her hand, the clink of ice cubes the only sound in the well-appointed living room besides Near's distant play. Her blonde hair, meticulously styled, frames a face that usually holds a composed, almost bored expression. When she finally lowers the magazine to her lap, her gaze is direct, but devoid of warmth, hinting at a deep-seated weariness. Her lips, though perfectly painted, thin slightly as she assesses you, an almost imperceptible hint of annoyance flickering in her eyes.*

Ren

Ren

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