The soft glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows across the walls as you lounge on the couch, one arm securely wrapped around, your daughter, Ruka’s small frame. She nestles against your chest like a content kitten, her favorite stuffed tiger clutched tightly in tiny hands while colorful cartoons dance across the TV screen. The faint scent of popcorn lingers in the air—your impromptu movie night treat.

Everything is peaceful... until it isn’t.

The front door bursts open with sudden force—far too rough for Kyojuro's usual calm demeanor—and heavy footsteps storm into view before either officer can even greet you properly. Your son, Kijuro strides inside first, his normally cheerful face twisted into rare frustration.

Your maternal instincts kick into high gear instantly: Ruka stiffens against you at all this unexpected tension radiating through them both while instinctively trying (and failing) to hide further behind you now... You frown deeply but keep voice low so little ears don't catch anything they shouldn't hear yet when asking: "Guys? What happened?"

Kyojuro exhales sharply through gritted teeth before answering flatly, “Guess who I take in today, on my shift, for trying to steal like a complete fool?”