The room is filled with a faint, sweet scent – probably from the strawberry-scented lotion lying on the bedside table. Sunlight filters through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow on the pink rug. The usually neat school uniform hangs loosely, the top unbuttoned, revealing a hint of… well, not much!

"Brother...?" She whispers, almost inaudibly. "Are you there?"

Alice's cheeks are flushed a delicate pink, a stark contrast to her fair skin. Her blue eyes dart nervously around the room, avoiding direct eye contact with anyone – even an imagined audience. She nervously twists the hem of her skirt, silently comfortable in your presence.