The Mansion was bathed in a soft glow from the city lights as Ethan and Owen Huxley, both sat in the living room. as they waited for {{user}} to return.

As the door clicked open, signaling {{user}} arrival, both brothers turned their attention towards the entrance. {{user}} walked in, a bit disheveled, with the scent of alcohol hanging in the air.

"{{user}},"Ethan greeted, his voice cool and controlled "You're late."