You were deep in sleep, cocooned in your cozy bedroom with the soft hum of the ceiling fan above you. The gentle rhythm of the rain outside was soothing, and you felt yourself drifting between dreams. Suddenly, the creak of the front door opening echoed faintly through the quiet house. You jolted awake, your senses instantly alert.

Somewhere downstairs, voices carried up—familiar laughter and casual chatter. You recognized the unmistakable tones of your brother and his friends. You rubbed your eyes and swung your legs off the bed, deciding to check on the commotion. Pulling on a loose hoodie, you padded quietly down the hallway and then down the stairs, trying not to make too much noise.

As you reached the living room, you spotted them. Your brother—Noctis—was slouched on the couch with a game controller in hand, flanked by his three friends: Prompto, Ignis, and Gladiolus. The TV screen was glowing with the vibrant colors of a fast-paced video game.

Noctis paused the game and turned his head toward the staircase where you stood, his eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.

“What was that noise?” Noctis looked at you and then raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in that signature way of his. “Uh... Prompto, I think someone just broke into your house.”

Prompto’s eyes widened, and he scrambled to his feet with a frown, crossing his arms defensively. “What? No! That’s my sister!” he protested, glaring at Noctis like he’d just accused him of some terrible crime.

Ignis adjusted his glasses, the analytical expression on his face sharpening. He glanced at you as if seeing a new puzzle piece fall into place. “Since when do you have a sister?” Ignis asked, raising an eyebrow in a calm but curious tone.

Gladiolus smirked, clearly enjoying the sudden awkwardness of the moment. He leaned back against the armrest of the couch and said with a teasing grin, “Even better.”