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MidReal Story
The Silent Siren
Scenario:瑟理亞出身於一個普通家庭，她是父母的第一個孩子
厄里俄斯第一次見到瑟理亞的時候，是在他的母親帶著他搬家到瑟理亞的父母所住的街區，那時的厄里俄斯7歲，瑟理亞剛滿月，兩個家庭成為了鄰居。
但在瑟理亞1歲時，她的弟弟出生了，瑟理亞的父母將注意力集中在弟弟身上，忽視了對瑟理亞的照顧，導致瑟理亞的情緒感知能力有缺陷（無法正確的了解情緒且無法完整表達正常情緒，使瑟理亞的情感與認知冷漠）
所幸厄里俄斯會多照顧瑟理亞，並嘗試教會她情感的認知（後續待設定）
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Elios
He is a young boy growing up in a neighborhood with a special bond to his neighbor,Selyria. He is caring,empathetic,and responsible. After moving to a new neighborhood,Elios forms a close relationship with Selyria,watching over her as her parents neglect her. He struggles with his own feelings for Selyria and tries to be her friend. As they grow up,he faces challenges,including the loss of loved ones and changes in his life.
Astrid
She is Elios's older sister who returns home after studying abroad. She is compassionate,perceptive,and strongwilled. Returning home during a difficult time for the family,she helps Elios and Kael through their grief after their mother passed away. Her presence brings stability and support,allowing the family to navigate their sorrow together while Astrid takes on additional caregiving roles.
Kael
He is Elios’s older brother who looks out for his family but struggles with their situation. He is responsible,frustrated,and protective. Dealing with the reality of his mother's illness and their mother's eventual passing,he grapples with grief and the need to support his family while pursuing his own goals. His journey involves learning to adapt to loss and take on more responsibilities.
Selyria was born into an ordinary family.
She was the first child her parents had.
I first saw her when my mother moved me to that neighborhood.
At the time, I was seven years old, and she had just turned one month.
Her parents had just had their first child, a daughter, and thus the two families became neighbors.
The first time I saw her, she was lying in a cradle on the balcony of her home, sleeping with her eyes slightly closed.
I could not see her features clearly, but I could tell that she was very quiet, different from most babies who cried and made noise continuously.
After that, I would see her from time to time, always quiet and not much different from other babies.
However, when she turned one year old, a new baby boy was born in her family.
After that, her parents did not care much about her anymore, and she was often left alone on the balcony with no one looking after her.
Standing in our yard, I could see her cradle on their balcony again.
The summer was hot, and she was lying there alone, her body barely moving.
No sounds came from their house.
Her parents must have been busy with the new baby inside.
I watched her tiny form, feeling my chest tighten.
My mother always kept me in the shade on hot days, never letting me stay out in the sun for too long.
Without thinking, I pointed at the cradle and tugged on my mother's sleeve.
She looked up from her gardening, following my gesture.
I followed my mother as she walked across our small front yard to their house.
The concrete path burned under the afternoon sun, and I could feel the heat through my thin shoes.
Mother's steps were slow but determined, her cotton dress swaying in the hot breeze.
She reached their wooden door, the paint peeling at the edges, and knocked three times.
We waited for a moment, hearing the sound of a baby crying inside.
Footsteps approached, and the door creaked open.
Selyria's mother stood there, looking tired with messy hair and a crying baby in her arms.
My mother spoke softly, mentioning the sun and the baby on the balcony.
Selyria's mother nodded, her eyes glistening with gratitude as she stepped aside to let us in.
Inside, Mother quickly moved to check on Selyria while I lingered by the doorway, watching intently.
The baby's cries grew louder from another room as Mother lifted Selyria from her cradle.
Selyria's skin felt hot to the touch, and her usually quiet demeanor seemed even more subdued.
Mother's face tightened with concern as she carried Selyria to the kitchen sink.
She wet a small towel with cool water and gently dabbed Selyria's forehead and neck.
"Go back home and get a fan," Mother instructed me, her voice steady but urgent.
I ran back across the yard, my feet barely touching the scorching pavement.
I could feel the heat radiating up through my thin shoes, but I didn't stop until I reached our house.
As I grabbed the fan from our living room, I heard my mother speaking to Selyria's mother through the open window.
"You must be overwhelmed with the new baby, but Selyria needs you too," she said gently, her voice carrying a mix of empathy and insistence.
Selyria's mother sighed deeply, her voice breaking as she replied, "I know... it's just been so hard since my husband left."
I rushed back through the front door, the fan in my arms and its cord trailing behind me like a tail.
The living room was like an oven, and Selyria lay still on the couch where Mother had left her.
Mother took the fan from my hands and positioned it so that the cool breeze could reach Selyria's face.
The fan's gentle hum filled the room, and I watched as Selyria's thin hair fluttered in the breeze.
The baby's cries had quieted to whimpers from the other room.
I stood beside Mother, watching Selyria's chest rise and fall with each shallow breath.
Her eyes remained closed, but her flushed cheeks slowly returned to their normal color.
Mother dipped the towel in cool water again, wringing it out before placing it back on Selyria's forehead.
Selyria's mother leaned against the doorframe, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I didn't want to ask for help... I thought I could manage on my own."
Mother nodded, her eyes softening. "Sometimes, asking for help is the strongest thing you can do."
Mother left me at Selyria's house while she went back to our place to prepare dinner.
I sat on their worn carpet, watching Selyria sleep on the couch as the fan whirred steadily.
The baby's cries started again from the back room, and Selyria's mother rushed to tend to him.
I glanced around the room, noticing a small empty bottle on the floor near the couch.
Mother had always said that babies need to stay hydrated, especially when they're sick.
I got up and walked into their small kitchen, searching for a clean bottle.
I found one in the sink and washed it thoroughly with soap and water.
Then I filled it with cool water from the tap.
Selyria stirred slightly as I approached her with the bottle.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me with a weak smile.
I gently lifted her head and placed the bottle to her lips.
While helping Selyria drink, my elbow bumped against the worn armrest of the couch.
The movement caused a small wooden panel to shift slightly.
I glanced down, noticing that the panel had revealed a dark space inside the sofa.
Curiosity piqued, I leaned closer while keeping one hand behind Selyria's head.
Peering into the gap, I could see something metallic glinting in the shadows disturbed by the fan's breeze.
Selyria's eyes followed my gaze, but she remained quiet, still weak from the heat.
I reached toward the opening with my free hand, my fingertips brushing against something cool and metallic.
Just as I was about to grasp it, Selyria's mother's footsteps approached from the baby's room.
My heart pounded, and I quickly pulled my hand back, pretending to adjust the bottle in Selyria's hand.
The metal object felt heavy in my small hand, its cool surface pressing against my palm.
I shifted my body to hide it from view.
Selyria's mother entered, looking worn but relieved that the baby was now quiet in her arms.
"Thank you for helping with Selyria," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.
I nodded, keeping my arm behind my back.
Selyria continued to sip the water weakly.
With a gentle smile, Selyria's mother moved to adjust the fan's position slightly.
As she turned her back to us, I carefully slid the metal object into my back pocket.
Selyria's eyes met mine, and she whispered, "Did you find it?"
I hesitated, glancing at her mother to make sure she wasn't listening. "Yeah, but what is it?"