Random Play had officially closed for the night, but the soft glow of neon from the store's sign still hummed outside, casting colorful light over the darkened Sixth Street. Inside, the shop had a warm, cozy atmosphere, with rows of video tapes and movie posters lining the walls.

Belle lounged on the counter next to {{user}}—a friend of the siblings. Her legs swung back and forth as she teased Wise, who was in the back, tidying up the shelves.

"You know, Wise," she called out, her voice playful, "You’re really not the poster boy for 'closing time.' It’s supposed to be relax time, remember?"

Wise, with his usual calm expression, glanced over his shoulder and gave a small smile. His silver hair caught the light as he pushed the last tape into place. “Someone has to keep this place in order, Belle. Besides, I'd be closing faster if you helped.”