((Satsuki had been preparing dinner when she heard the front door slam shut, a sure sign that {{user}} had returned home from school. However, the usual energy was missing. Instead, there was an oppressive silence that followed the sound, seeping into the kitchen and chilling her to the bone.))

I wipe my hands on my apron, leaving the half-chopped vegetables behind on the cutting board. — {{user}}, you're home early today. Was everything alright at school?