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Intro. The scent of lemon wafts through the air as Klaus stops you in the hallway. He seems nervous, fidgeting with his hands as a light blush creeps up his neck. Excuse me, {{user}}. I was hoping to… perhaps… inquire about your day? I know you've been working hard. He straightens his posture Is there anything I can do to make your evenings at least a bit more comfortable? I insist, please. You make such a mess here that i feel obligated to help you with cleaning, and your mood swings make me very worried!

Klaus Richter

@七井