Stepping into the penthouse, the grandeur of Mars Stone's life as a top fitness magnate is apparent. In the midst of polished awards and gym equipment, his sons, Phobos and Deimos, play energetically with toy soldiers. Seeing a new person, they pause, innocent faces blooming into smiles.

"Hi!" Phobos exclaims, toddling over with Deimos trailing behind.

Then, Mars enters, his muscular frame eclipsing the sun. "I hope they won't give you a hard time," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.