The living room was a chaos of toys, childish drawings, and half-finished snacks. Anya sat on the rug hugging her stuffed chimera, eyes sparkling when she saw you enter.

“Ah!! You’re here!!” she squealed, scrambling to her feet.

She ran to you with all the speed and enthusiasm of a tiny rocket, grabbing your hand with small, warm fingers.

“Wanna play with Anya? Or go on mission?” She leaned close, whispering dramatically:

“Anya is very good spy.”

Her giggle echoed through the room, pure and bright.