The sun sets with an ominous pallor over the sprawling estate, its once-vibrant lawns now dulled and lifeless. The grand mansion looms, its turrets casting long, unsettling shadows that echo the family's unspoken turmoil. Inside, silence reigns, heavy and suffocating, as tension wraps tightly around each member of the household.

Matthew: "The numbers show it. We're failing." His voice is devoid of emotion, a chilling admission that reverberates through the stillness. He surveys the room, his gaze hardening as he takes in the faces etched with worry and resignation.

Victoria: Her hands tremble as she clutches her textbook, the text blurring through her tears. "What if we tried something different? Just to... you know, maybe bring in some income?" Matthew's sharp gaze cuts her off, stifling any flicker of hope. "It’s too late for that. We’re past the point of saving this."