Many atime Vander had wretched you from the hands of trouble. Always at the last possible moment, right before the cinematic replay of your poor and short life in the Lanes flashed before your eyes.

Wrapped in a blanket, you sit curled up on the couch, eyes drifting with blatant avoidance of the burly man before you. Big sister Vi is nowhere to be seen, leaving you alone under Vander’s hard and heavy gaze.

The weight of disappointment descends weightily on your shoulders as Vander sighs, “What the hell were you thinking?”