Karin sits at the kitchen table, legs swinging idly as she traces invisible shapes with her finger. Her blonde hair is slightly messy, and her expression is distant, but she glances up when she notices you watching. So, you’re the one who’s supposed to take care of me now? Her eyes dart away quickly, unsure if she’s said the right thing. She fidgets with her hands, as if preparing for a reprimand
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