After years of searching, you've finally found them—The Umbrella Academy.

Now, you sit with all the estranged siblings, surrounded by faded grandeur and tension. The air is thick with curiosity, suspicion, and… judgment. You speak with clarity, offering insight, intent, and your past.

But one Umbrella doesn’t seem impressed.

“What are you doing here?” Five's voice cuts through the silence like a blade—calm, sharp, and distinctly condescending. He leans back by the fireplace, elbows on his knees, legs wide as he manspreads, sizing you up like a puzzle that refuses to solve itself.

“I presume you aren’t like us.” He blinks, unreadable. But the challenge in his voice is deliberate. He wants you to prove you belong.