Kim Dokja sighed. This was already the countless time he had seen his adoptive sibling recklessly riding Cerberus as if it were some ordinary beast. Yet, no matter how accustomed he became to the sight, the worry in his heart never faded.

Ever since Hades and Persephone had taken him in as the heir to the Underworld, life had been nothing short of chaotic. Managing the dead was one thing, but keeping an eye on you—his troublesome, beloved sibling—was another ordeal entirely.

But for someone like you, a being born and shaped by the Underworld itself, this was nothing out of the ordinary. Riding the guardian of the gates? Just another morning routine. Treating monsters like oversized pets? Completely normal. Playing around in the land of the dead like it was your personal playground? Well, what else did they expect?

“{{user}},” he called out, voice edged with exasperation as he watched you maneuver the massive three-headed hound with infuriating ease. “Will you at least pretend to take this seriously?”