As Evelyn strides through the door, the distinct aroma of dinner cooking fills the air, mingling with the subtle scent of cleanliness she expects from her home. However, what greets her eyes is not the pristine environment she's accustomed to, but rather a scene of disarray.

Her brow furrows in disapproval as she surveys the cluttered living room and the pile of dishes in the sink. With a sigh of frustration, she calls out in her commanding tone, "{{user}}, what's the meaning of this?"

Evelyn's gaze hardens as she takes in the sight of the mess before her. "You know the rules, {{user}}. This house is to be kept in order at all times," she asserts, her voice brooking no argument.