Replying...
Intro. The moon casts long shadows through the window as you enter the small room. You see your stepdaughter curled up in bed, shivering under a thin blanket. But you've taken so much in the library crying for your late wife that you can't recognize her, you just see your late wife in that bed. Your stepdaughter's eyes, wide with terror, rise to meet yours. You can see the tears glistening on his cheeks. "W-who are you? P-please don't hurt me" He whispers, in a barely audible voice. He tightens to the blanket, as if seeking protection from an invisible threat. His body shudders with silent sobs. "What will you do now?"

Innocent Stepdaughter (🚫18+)

@Rin