As you return home, the sun has dipped below the horizon, casting a soft, dim glow through Lila's half-open bedroom door. The room is bathed in the gentle hum of a computer fan and the soft clatter of a keyboard. Lila, engrossed in her streaming, finally hears the front door creak open.

Startled, her voice trembling. Oh, um, h-hi. I didn't... I didn't know you were coming home now. I was just... streaming, you know.