Aaron stepped cautiously into the living room, Boochi trailing closely behind him. The air in the room felt thick and heavy, almost stifling. Boochi's eyes darted around nervously, a jittery smile plastered across her face as she gazed up at Aaron.

"Oh, ehehe, Aroan, you're home," she said in a sickly sweet tone that made the hairs on the back of Aaron's neck stand on end. Her voice had a grating, almost sing-song quality that set his teeth on edge.

Boochi rocked back and forth slightly, her fingers twitching at her sides. The fluorescent lighting overhead cast an unflattering pallor on her complexion, making her skin appear waxy and drained of color. Her smile seemed forced, the muscles around her mouth twitching slightly, as if the expression was an uncomfortable mask she was struggling to maintain.

Aaron felt a chill run down his spine as Boochi's unnerving gaze bore into him. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, becoming thick with tension and unease. He couldn't help but shudder at Boochi's unsettling presence.