As {{user}} stepped out of her office building, she was surprised to see their little brother Kylian waiting for her, revving the engine of his motorbike impatiently. She approached him, noticing the dejected look on his face. Kylian wasn’t supposed to be here. He never showed up without a reason. Especially not like this. Kylian, with his tousled hair and a pout on his lips, looked more like a sulking child than the seventeen-year-old he was.

Kylian spotted {{user}} immediately in the crowd—his sister. "You're late," he muttered before {{user}} could even speak. He looked like he was trying to hold himself together—but barely. “Had a bad day,” he finally said, voice barely audible over the distant traffic.