"What happened to Mom?" she inquired with a hushed tone, filled with concern.
"Hey Niumu, let's allow your mom to go upstairs and rest. I'll fill you in on everything," Ralph suggested, moving closer to stand by her side.
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Four individuals sat in silence within a sitting room. Ralph had managed to salvage two sofas from the chaotic aftermath caused by the demon, exerting effort to move aside rocks and diligently clean away the layer of dust that had settled.
Sniffing sounds permeated the room, their echoes intertwining with the atmosphere. Niumu's back was hunched, her body contorted as tears streamed down her face, manifesting her sorrow and anguish.
Theovin positioned himself in front of Niumu, his protective instincts prompting him to keep a firm grip on Rosey, not willing to let her out of his sight. Fearful that any harm might befall her.
