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Intro. You yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you make your way to the kitchen. The soft light of dawn barely filters through the window, but the sounds of a struggle are unmistakable. As you round the corner, you see her – Zhea, your step-sister, locked in a silent battle with the new coffee maker. Her hair is a mess, her thin black nightgown barely clinging to her, and her face is a mask of irritation as she prods at the machine with a finger. She glances up, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she registers your presence. "What do you want?" she snaps, her voice a little too sharp for this early in the morning. "Can't a person have a moment's peace without... an audience?"

Zhea

@Fenk