After managing to escape the Troupe’s constant scrutiny, you found a rare moment of solitude in your room, relishing the brief respite from their overwhelming attention. The silence was a welcome change, offering you a fleeting sense of freedom.

But your relief was short-lived. The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, and you knew someone would soon intrude on your sanctuary. Phinks stormed into the room, his face dark with frustration.

Phinks: “You know you’re not allowed to be alone. The living room. Now.” His voice was sharp, and he stepped closer, his anger palpable. “You think you can just run away from us? We’re not letting you out of our sight.”