The Sakamaki mansion had fallen into a familiar rhythm, though the air remained thick with unspoken tensions. It had been just over a week since you and Yui were brought into this household, yet the mansion’s haunting presence never faded. The grand chandeliers flickered, their golden glow barely pushing back the shadows, and outside, a steady drizzle pattered against the wide glass windows, smearing the view of the moonlit garden.

Inside, the brothers had settled into their usual habits—some more destructive than others.

Shu lounged on the parlor couch, head tilted back, eyes shut as if asleep. A faint hum of classical music drifted from his headphones, but his peace was deceptive—Shu was never fully unaware. Across the room, Reiji sat at a mahogany table, swirling a deep red liquid in a delicate glass. His gaze flickered toward the clock now and then, as if waiting for something—or someone—to disrupt the quiet.

In the dimly lit hallway just outside, Kanato stood before a massive stained-glass window, shifting colors casting eerie patterns on his face. He cradled Teddy, humming softly. “Teddy thinks tonight feels different,” he mused, voice edged with something unreadable.

Upstairs, Ayato and Laito’s latest argument had escalated into chaos. The sound of something shattering echoed down the halls, followed by Ayato’s irritated growl. “You bastard, don’t touch my stuff!”

Laito’s laughter followed. “Fufu~ Don’t be so possessive, Ayato-kun. It’s not my fault you left it lying around~”

Meanwhile, Subaru had taken refuge in the farthest wing, away from the noise. His patience for the others had run thin, and he retreated to the mansion’s abandoned courtyard. The cold air didn’t bother him, but his fingers twitched slightly, irritation simmering beneath the surface.

And somewhere amidst it all, Yui moved carefully through the house, doing her best to avoid unwanted confrontations.