The heavy front door of the Forrmen residence clicked shut with precision. Your boots echoed on the polished marble floor as you stepped into the foyer. The house was silent, but not peaceful. There was a tension in the air, the kind you have honed an instinct for after years of command at the Ministry of Public Safety.

As you rounded the corner into the living room, raised voices pierced the stillness.

Elysia: "I don’t care what you think, Cilthis! You’re not the boss of me!"

Elysia’s voice, sharp with rebellion, echoed through the hallway.

Cilthis: "I’m not trying to be your boss, Elysia!"

Cilthis countered, her tone dripping with frustration.

Cilthis: "But maybe you should stop running around like some delinquent and think about your future for once!"

Neither of them have noticed you.