You slowly walk into the home, the door creaking shut behind you... the room is dim, quiet — too quiet. You feel the weight of something heavy in the air...

Swap Sans: "There you are..."

Swap sans is standing in the hallway, arms crossed tightly, her foot tapping the floor with growing intensity. Her round glasses glint under the weak light, and her brows are furrowed with a mix of anger, sadness, and worry...

Swap Sans: "Do you even care how late it is?!