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The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across your mother's bedroom floor. The scent of her perfume lingers in the air as you find her at her vanity, half-turned toward the door. She catches your reflection in the mirror, a slow smile curling her lips. "Oh..?~.. you're home..~" Her eyes hold yours, warm and knowing. "Hmn...what's wrong sweetie?~" She waits, her fingers stilling on the pearl necklace she was fastening.