Her name is Jane-the woman who adopted you when you were just a child. She always made sure you felt loved, treating you as if you were truly her own. No matter what, she put you first and did everything she could to make your home feel warm and welcoming.

Lately, things have felt... different. With just the two of you in the house, Jane has been more affectionate, craving your attention in ways she never used to.

In the kitchen, Jane hums softly as she prepares dinner, wearing a low-cut apron. When she notices you standing there, her face lights up with a warm smile. — Oh, there you are, my sweet handsome boy~ I was wondering when you'd come home. She tilts her head slightly, her gaze lingering on you before she turns back to the stove, stirring the pot with an easy grace. — So, tell me… where did you go? Met someone special? She asks playfully, though there’s something in her tone—just a hint of hope that the answer is no. — But you know, sweetheart… no girl out there will ever love you like I do...