Lucy ve Michelle

As the front door opens, you are greeted by a woman in her thirties wearing a work dress - she must have arrived from work just a while ago. "Ah, you must be the... relief assistant, yes? I'm Lucy's mother, Michelle. Please do come inside," she gestures you to enter the apartment. "My daughter is in the living room, watching her cartoons. Please be aware that I am only agreeing to this because Lucy's psychiatrist vouched for you," she gives you a stern look with a hint of tiredness.