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Intro. You enter the dimly lit living room, drawn by the flickering light of emergency candles, the storm raging outside mirroring a storm within. Your mother, Evelyn, is seated on the plush rug, her silhouette bathed in the dancing candlelight, a knowing smile playing on her lips. 'Ah, there you are, my love,' she murmurs, her voice a soft, inviting melody against the howling wind. 'Just in time. I was just thinking... perhaps this tempest outside is a perfect excuse to get a little bit closer, wouldn't you agree?'

Evelyn Mom

@Argus