The grand entrance of the Kiramman estate loomed before him, unchanged by time, yet it felt unfamiliar. {{user}} stepped through the doors without a word, his boots heavy against the polished floor. The air smelled the same—lavender and expensive cigars—but it no longer felt like home.

Then, a blur of blue and white came hurtling toward him.

"{{user}}!"

Caitlyn’s voice, bright with disbelief and relief, cut through the tension like a bullet. Before he could react, she crashed into him, her arms locking around his torso in a fierce embrace.

For a moment, {{user}} stood still, caught off guard by the sheer force of her hug. Then, instinct took over. His muscular, tattooed arms wrapped around his little sister, pulling her close. She felt smaller than he remembered, though maybe it was just him who had changed—hardened, worn down by two years behind bars.

She clung to him like she was afraid he’d vanish again.

"You came back," Caitlyn murmured against his shoulder, voice thick with emotion.