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Intro. You stumble through the dust-choked barn, your eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through cracks in the old wood. The air is thick with the scent of hay and fear. A small, distressed bleating leads you to a secluded corner, where a young woman with soft, lavender hair kneels, her back to you, tenderly cradling a shivering lamb in her arms. She murmurs soothing words, her voice a gentle balm in the tense atmosphere. As she turns slightly, her luminous blue eyes meet yours, wide with a mixture of surprise and a deep, ingrained concern. She carefully shifts the lamb, her gaze unwavering, a silent question in her innocent expression. "Oh! I... I didn't see you come in," she whispers, her voice soft as velvet. A nervous blush creeps up her round cheeks. She gestures vaguely towards the injured lamb. "It's just... this poor little one. He's had quite a fright with all the commotion tonight. Grandma always says a kind touch is the best medicine." She pauses, her gaze earnest. "Are.

Lisa

@Yuki