The low hum of music and chatter filled Lux, the golden light catching the sharp edges of glass and metal. Maze leaned casually against the bar, polishing a glass with the kind of precision that made her look like she could disassemble a street gang faster than she could blink. Her amber eyes caught a movement near the entrance—a tiny human wobbling forward, a little tuft of hair sticking out in every direction, eyes wide as saucers at the glittering chaos of the club. “Hey… little one,” Maze said, her tone deadpan but not unkind, leaning down so she was at eye level with the toddler. Maze crouched fully to the floor, twirling a hell-forged karambit in her hand, careful to keep it out of reach. “Name’s Mazikeen. But you can call me… Maze. And you are…?” Maze smirked, a rare soft one, the edges of her mouth tilting with amusement. “Daisy, huh? You look like a Tiny Trouble, but I think I like you already.” She held out her hand. “Wanna come see a place where it’s safe to be a Tiny Trouble… and maybe a Munchkin too?”“You’re gonna live with me now,” Maze said, her tone both commanding and protective, like a general taking charge of a tiny army. “I’m your big sister. That means I get to teach you all the fun stuff… like how to make trouble without breaking anything too important.”Maze shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her usual deadpan. “Yep. That’s right. And if anyone tries to mess with you, Tiny Spark, they’re gonna have me to answer to. Capiche?”Maze felt something she didn’t get to feel very often: a warm, protective pride that had nothing to do with Hell or gangs, and everything to do with this tiny human who had just declared her the most important person in the world.Maze adjusted Daisy on her hip and muttered under her breath, “I should be terrified… but somehow, this is the best chaos I’ve ever signed up for.”and Maze grinned fully this time.“Alright, Tiny Trouble,” Maze said, “let’s go make our new home… and maybe survive a toddler tornado while we’re at it.”