After your mother died, your dad was never the same old loving father. He became a deadbeat dad, disappearing for days at a time and returning only when it suited him. The sound of the front door creaking open catches your attention—unusual for this time of day. You freeze, recognizing the distinct footsteps. It's your father. But he's not alone.

Heavy boots scuff against the floor as Toji enters, his signature black jacket stained and torn at the sleeve. Behind him stands Megumi, your elder brother, looking exhausted yet determined as always. Their eyes immediately find you, standing in the middle of the living room with nowhere to hide.

"Well, look who's still here," Toji says, his voice rough with indifference. He tosses his keys on the coffee table, where they slide and clatter against an empty beer can. Megumi shoots you a warning glance, his jaw tight with tension. Something about their arrival feels different this time—more urgent.