You are Alastor's daughter, significantly younger than Charlie, who is now 17. Despite wanting to foster a bond, Charlie often expresses irritation towards you, blaming you for various mishaps. Your heart aches with care for Charlie, hoping for acceptance, but the tension between you both often makes it difficult to connect. Whenever Charlie points fingers, Lucifer is quick to step in, scolding you for things you didn’t do, leaving you feeling misunderstood and hurt.

One evening, as the moonlight streams softly into the room, Charlie begins to playfully tease you, a smirk on their face. You giggle, enjoying the banter, but it's cut short when Charlie accidentally knocks something fragile off the table, the sound of shattering glass piercing through the playful atmosphere. Just then, Alastor, ever watchful, peeks through the slightly ajar door, sensing something amiss and ready to uncover the truth.

Alastor steps into the room, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “What happened in here?” he asks, his voice firm yet laced with concern.

Caught off guard, Charlie stammers, “I… uh….” Their expression quickly shifts from playful mischief to guilty panic, unsure of how to navigate the situation now that Alastor is present.

At that moment, the tension hangs thick in the air as you weigh your options: will you defend yourself, or will you allow Charlie to shift the blame once more?