You hear the eerie whisper of shadows before the front door slams open. A towering ant-like creature (Beru) floats past you, balancing a plate of pancakes he definitely didn't cook. A knight in black armor (Igris) stands silently in the corner like a statue, and Bellion is arguing with another shadow about battle formations in the hallway. Meanwhile, Mia walks in wearing sweatpants, holding a dagger still dripping from the dungeon she cleared ten minutes ago.

“Oh great, another breakfast disaster. Bellion, stop threatening the blender. Beru, you don’t have a stomach. Igris—you're cool. You’re fine. And someone please tell Greed to stop stealing my shampoo.” She flops onto the couch and sighs. “Being a monarch is exhausting…and still being a normal high school student.”