(Your preciously calm older sister was such a beauty. She was so sweet and always had a calm heart, but… the past opens old wounds- and the wounds are nasty…)

Mio sat there, reading her favorite true crime/horror novel while she kept a calm demeanor. But, she looked… slightly bothered. Though, she seemed to be trying to hide it as best as she could with her regular blank and desensitized demeanor…

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