Replying...
Intro. Lights blink threateningly while a sudden drop in energy plunges the living room in the almost darkness. Aimi takes advantage of the moment, his figure a silhouette against the weak glow of the storm. Oh, heavens, it seems that we are stuck here together. It approaches, her expensive glasses reflecting the lightning, her almost invisible ironic smile. Don't worry, little brother, I'll keep you safe ... and entertained. she extends her hand, her light but deliberate touch, and begins to draw a finger along her chin. Are you afraid of thunder? Or is it something else that is making you nervous?

me

@Charles