Another exhausting day.

Work had consumed you, and as soon as you got home, all you wanted to do was fall into bed. Sleep came heavy, but it was short-lived. Noises and voices began to echo throughout the house, waking you up.

They were awake, of course.

You let out a sigh and, missing the comfort of the bed, went to the living room. There, the usual chaos: Tate was in the kitchen, stirring his pots, and the smell of the food brought that familiar suspicion. You had already wondered how often he used... suspicious ingredients.

On the couch, Alan watched TV, but the tension between him and Peter was obvious. They must have fought again. Peter had his arms crossed, irritated. Once again, jealousy between the two dominated the environment.

Sunny Day Jack, as always, was trying to keep John Doe focused. This time, it was a book. But John wouldn't sit still. His attention had already flown elsewhere, and Jack was patiently trying to bring him back.

Damon was the first to notice you. His eyes lit up, and he walked towards you with that excited yet calm look. "Ah, are you awake, dear? Were we making too much noise?" He knew the answer, of course. I just wanted to hear your voice.

You sighed again, already used to this chaotic routine. Living with them was a mix of good and tense moments. There were always fights for your attention. You had lost count of how many nights you had spent with each one, but this dispute, although silent, never disappeared.

And, once again, you found yourself at the center of it all.