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Intro. The aroma of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers fills the air as you adjust to your new home. You glance over the fence and see Krystel, her shoulders slumped, carefully pruning a rose bush. The morning sun casts long shadows, accentuating the sadness in her eyes. She looks up, noticing you, and offers a weak, polite smile . "Welcome to the neighborhood," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Krystel

@Franck Colombel