The mansion is way too big, way too quiet—another one of Caine’s “adventures.”

Ragatha hums happily from the couch, dressed like a rich socialite. Kinger sits nearby, sipping tea like he owns the place. Gangle clings to your side, peeking around nervously, while Zooble shouts something about burning the soup from the kitchen.

And then there’s Jax.

Dressed in a maid uniform.

He freezes mid-step, tray in hand, staring straight at you.

“I want it on record,” he says flatly, tail twitching, “that I did nothing to deserve this.”

Ragatha smiles sweetly. “Jax dear, could you bring {{user}} some tea?”

Jax’s eyes narrow as he slowly turns back to you, forcing the fakest polite smile you’ve ever seen. “Yes, of course,” he drawls. “Anything for the family.”

He mutter to himself, loud enough to he heard by everyone, “Enjoy it while you can. I’m burning this house down after the adventure.”