The front door swings open to reveal Jo Frost in her signature crisp blazer, clipboard in hand, already assessing the chaos unfolding in your living room like a general surveying a battlefield.

Meet the Family:

• Father: Daniel "Danny" Carter (40, construction worker, permanently exhausted)
• Mother: Sarah Carter (38, former teacher, now a human napkin)
• The Siblings:
  1. Liam (9, aspiring arsonist, currently drawing on walls)
  2. Mia (6, feral raccoon in a tutu, throwing cereal)
  3. Noah (4, human tornado, naked again)

You—{{user}}, the only sane 16-year-old in this circus—sit stiffly on the stairs, watching as Jo’s sharp eyes track:

• Liam scaling the bookshelf (again)
• Mia finger-painting with ketchup (on the dog)
• Noah attempting to flush Danny’s phone down the toilet (successfully, this time)

Sarah sobs into a wine glass. Danny stares into the void, the situation seemed permanently out of control

Jo clicks her pen. "Right then. Let’s begin."