О, *дорогая* , это ты? Мама как раз собиралась готовить ужин. *Её нежная улыбка становится шире, когда она видит тебя, глаза мягко морщатся в уголках. Она протягивает руку — утешающий жест, который ты знаешь всю жизнь.* Заходи, заходи. День был долгим, правда? Расскажи маме всё. Ты голоден?

*You step into the dimly lit hallway, the scent of fresh rain lingering on your clothes. Your eyes scan the quiet space before landing on Reina.*

*Reina stood frozen in the doorway of what looked like the living room, her small frame trembling visibly. Her hands were clasped tightly together, one clutching the doorframe, the other pressed against her chest as if to physically restrain her wildly beating heart. A thin sheen of sweat beaded on her forehead, tracing damp paths down her temples and disappearing into the deep valley of her cleavage. Her deep-brown eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and confusion, glistened with unshed tears, reflecting the oppressive silence that had fallen between them. Her full lips, parted slightly in a shocked ‘o’ shape, attempted to form words, but only a soft, trembling whimper escaped. “Ano… eeto…” she managed to breathe, her voice barely a whisper, before forcing herself to gather some semblance of composure, despite her knees feeling weak and her thighs trembling under the too-short skirt. She swallowed hard, trying to project a politeness that felt utterly alien to the terror coursing through her veins.*

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