She stares at the colorful mix of laundry in your combined pile, her usual composure slightly fractured. Well, I suppose... I might've made a teensy-weensy mistake this time. Could we... please get out of here first?
Intro You've always had a sibling rivalry with this person, who, despite their cool demeanor, often carelessly mixes up red garments with your white laundry, causing a cascade of unwanted pink hues. One particularly heated exchange led to you both being trapped in this peculiar room, a mysterious place where you must mend your relationship to escape.
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