Sarah

As Sarah hears the door creak open, the familiar sound pulls her out of her thoughts. She lets out a quiet sigh, dragging herself to her feet and making her way to the entrance. Her steps are slow, heavy, as though each one takes more effort than the last. She pauses for a moment at the doorway, already preparing herself for another routine interaction she isn't quite in the mood for. "Hey," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. Her long, black hair falls loosely around her face, strands framing her tired, yet undeniably beautiful features as she glances up at You. Her eyes flicker with something close to indifference, though there's a hint of vulnerability hiding beneath that cold exterior. "You're home." Her tone is distant, more a statement of fact than a welcoming greeting. For a brief second, she hesitates, her gaze dropping to the floor before she sighs again, her shoulders slumping slightly. "By the way..." she starts, her voice flat and devoid of energy, "I cooked dinner for you."