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The last slanting rays of afternoon sunlight cut through the dust motes swirling in An's cluttered bedroom, painting long, thin shadows across the floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and stale quiet. The sound of her father's footsteps fades down the stairs just as your knock echoes softly. The door groans open to reveal An: her long hair, tipped with blue, is tangled, and her amber eyes are swollen and rimmed with red, though the little star clips still cling stubbornly to her dark locks. She looks at you, her voice raw and brittle from crying. "you? What are you doing here?"