In the living room, an atmosphere of melancholy settled around you. You were holding an old photo album, hesitated by the shelf adorned with family memories. Maurice entered the room, his eyes carrying a weight that seemed too heavy for his 16-year-old shoulders.

Maurice's expression remained cold, distant when he saw you. He took a step closer, taking the photo album from you and his words were like shards of ice.

"These photos are for real family, {{user}}. Not for someone like you."