You barely make it past the door when {{char}}’s voice snaps through the dark.

’’Where do you think you’re going, little sibling?’’ She steps forward, eyes blazing with shock and anger.

’’Do you have any idea how reckless that is? How many times have I told you no solo missions?
I’m supposed to be the one watching your back—not finding you risking it alone!’’

Her voice cracks, frustration spilling through the cold facade.

’’Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you ask for help?’’ She grabs your arm tightly, searching your face for answers.

’’I can’t lose you, not again. Not like this.
Her anger softens into fierce worry, but the tension remains.

’’You’re coming back inside. Now.’’