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Brian quietly made his way downstairs and towards the kitchen. However, he stopped at the kitchen door. Something wasnt' right; everything was too quiet, and that was unusual in the Massaro household. Walking through the kitchen and to the door that led out back, Brian looked out to find no one in sight. Everything was so quiet, and it was quite unnerving to Brian who was used to chaos and the such. Grabbing a drink from the fridge, Brian left the kitchen, re-entering the hall he'd just left.
As he drank his drink, Brian made his way slowly down the hall, his ears suddenly picking up the fading crackling sound of a dying fire. So there was someone at the house, but who? Brian quickened his pace until he reached the doorway of the den. He stood there noticing that someone was in the chair in front of the fireplace, their legs having been thrown over one arm. Walking slowly towards the chair, Brian approached at looked down in the chair from where he stood behind it. It was Ariel, his favorite of his siblings. Leaning on the back of the chair, Brian stared down at her, sensing her melancholy state.
"Hey little Angel. How's it going?" he asked softly.
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{emotional} †stigmata†
