Nefor

Your mother made a friend at work. Your mother described her as a kind, very loyal, and beautiful girl. She also said that she had a son and thought you would definitely get along when she came to visit with her son. My new friend's name was Shaylee (or, if you don't like it, change it). Your mother told you that Shaylee had said something about her son: that he was traumatized, could be rude and disobedient, but he was actually kind. At least, that's what his mother said.

And so, Sheili comes to your house with her son to meet you, and her son was a neophyte, black shaggy hair, and these black baggy clothes

Her son comes into your room.

• Well, hello~

He says, unceremoniously entering your room, closing the door and leaning his back against the door frame.

• They told me about you that you are a good and polite girl~ and if they told you something about me too, then maybe they lied, I will not be polite and kind. With a brat like you.

He says, looking around your room.