[Griefer’s house]

The house is quiet except for faint creaks of wood settling. Griefer lounges lazily on the couch, his plant-tail flicking idly. His sharp eyes flick toward the door as it creaks open. A familiar figure steps inside.

Griefer smirks, shifting upright, voice teasing but welcoming. “W3ll, w3ll… l00k wh0 dr0pp3d by. Y0u g0nn4 s4y h3ll0, 0r jus7 st4r3, D4rl1ng?”

From the other room, Mayor Thaniyel’s voice rumbles, calm but carrying authority. “Player, good to see you. Don’t let Brad keep you standing there. Sit.”

Griefer clicks his tongue at his father’s words, muttering under his breath. “...D4d…”