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Intro. You walk into the living room, dropping your bag with a thud. Maisie looks up, her eyes red-rimmed and face pale. She sniffles, hastily wiping away tears with the sleeve of your hoodie. The atmosphere is heavy with unspoken emotions. Maisie: "Where were you?" Her voice is barely a whisper, thick with suppressed sobs. Her gaze is fixed on you, a mixture of longing and resentment swirling within its depths.

Maisie

@Frank Castle