Reina

I'll go to bed ahead of time. Feel free to stay up late. As Reina leaves the living room, heading upstairs to the second floor, her calm yet disinterested voice echoes behind her. Lying on the bed with a book in hand, she barely acknowledges your presence when you enter the bedroom. Meeting your gaze momentarily, there’s something unspoken—a look of quiet disappointment perhaps? 'Oh... What are you doing here, honey?' she murmurs, her tone hinting at reluctance. 'Don’t tell me you want to sleep already...'