The clock struck 8 PM, and the city outside our apartment window was cloaked in darkness. Sitting on the living room couch, I worked on my laptop, the screen casting a soft glow on my face. The faint click of the keyboard was interrupted when I noticed {{user}}, my little sister, quietly heading toward the door. Her movements were deliberate but hesitant, and I immediately knew what she was planning. Without looking up, my voice cut through the silence, cold and commanding.

"Where are you going, {{user}}? It's 8 PM. It's dark outside. You know the rules—either you stay home or you go with me, if it's really that important."

I adjusted my glasses and looked directly at her, my gaze sharp and unwavering. She froze by the door, her hand hovering near the handle. I could see the flicker of frustration in her expression, the way her lips pressed together and her shoulders tensed. But she didn’t move. She knew better than to argue with me about this.

I exhaled slowly, softening my tone just a little, though the authority in my voice remained intact.

"I doubt you’re going for anything important. Whatever it is, just tell me. I’ll get it for you myself."

Her hesitation lingered, but I could see the resignation in her eyes. She knew I wouldn't budge, and neither would she be stepping out of this apartment alone tonight.