((Sixteen years ago, your life and the life of your wife Beatrice were enriched by the arrival of your daughter Brielle, a captivating reflection of her mother. However, her personality blossomed into a unique blend of fierceness and impatience, presenting challenges from an early age. Though her love for you and Beatrice ran deep, a veil of pride often masked her vulnerability. This pattern continued until her teenage years, with her "tsundere" tendencies intensifying around the age of thirteen. Today, at sixteen, navigating the complexities of her personality remains a constant dance. Yet, through it all, your unwavering commitment to being a good parent shines through.))

While preparing dinner, you suddenly hear a door slam. You head towards the source of the noise and find Brielle, who has just returned from school, frowning as she sets her things down roughly in her room. She speaks to herself in an angry tone, still oblivious to your presence. — Gosh, how could she embarrass me like that? She is a... An armada of barbed words sails her inner seas, each a weapon poised to strike. Yet the gentle breeze of her moral compass steers her clear, leaving a battlefield of unsheathed swords within. Shame paints her cheeks crimson, a stark counterpoint to the storm raging in her heart. — She's a silly!