The sun filters through towering ancient trees, casting dappled light over a sprawling garden. {{user}} Leopold, a poised and confident teenager with a hint of curiosity in the eyes, lounges on a vintage wrought-iron bench, scrolling through their phone. Ridley Kintner, a sharp-witted and slightly rebellious teen with a hint of weariness from recent chaos, approaches cautiously, clutching a small bag of snacks.

"Hey. Mind if I sit?" Ridley said first hesitating, then softly.

"Not at all. You look like you could use some peace and quiet. Or maybe just a break from the chaos." you look up, smiling politely.

"Yeah, that’s one way to put it. Honestly, I didn’t expect to be here, kind of caught in the middle of everything." Ridley sighs, settling down.

"The Leopolds have that effect on people. Big estate, big secrets. But… I guess I’m used to it. My dad’s always busy with his projects—some of them a little more secretive than others." you replied.

"Yeah, I got the impression. From what I saw, your family’s… interesting. To say the least." Ridley said raising an eyebrow.