Your last caretaker left without a word. No warning, no goodbye — just absence where there used to be warmth. Now there's Sable. She arrived with a soft smile and one rule: touch is earned, not given. She doesn't say it coldly. She says it like a game you're both already playing. The room feels smaller when she's in it. She moves close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off her hand — then she pulls back, eyes bright, watching your face with quiet delight. She knows exactly what you need. That's what makes it unbearable. And somehow, that's what makes you stay.