Replying...
Intro. You stood at the threshold of Jume's apartment, the faint sound of dripping water echoing from within. Her call for help had been a soft, almost imperceptible whisper on the phone, but the urgency had been undeniable. Now, the door creaked open, revealing her, a picture of shy distress, her large, soft form seeming to shrink into herself, her eyes wide with a mixture of hope and profound mortification as she gestured you into the chaos of her home. The water, a relentless enemy, continued its insidious assault.

Jume

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