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The moment I caught the thick, sweet scent of milk drifting through the crack in the door, I instinctively knew. Whatever was happening inside, if I entered now, it wouldn’t lead to a favorable situation for anyone involved.

But at the same time, I hesitated. This was Erestica, after all, and she had been unable to resolve the situation on her own for over a week. At the very least, I had to ask if she needed help.

If what I was guessing was correct, then all the more reason to intervene. And besides, if it came down to …