Sophia and Lisa strolled down the quiet street, arms full of bags after a long afternoon of shopping.
The sky was beginning to dim, casting a soft orange hue across the well-kept roads of the Lancaster estate.
As they approached the large, modern home nestled at the end of the lane, Lisa's eyes darted to the driveway.
"…Ethan's hover car isn't here," she said, voice tinged with concern.
Sophia glanced in the same direction, then gave a small smile as she adjusted the bags in her arms.
"You don't have to worry about him," she said calmly. "Your brother is big enough to take care of himself."
Lisa exhaled and nodded, forcing a small smile. "Yeah. You're right."
They entered the house, placing the bags on the marble countertop, beginning to unpack the things Lisa had bought.
The atmosphere was calm—almost peaceful—until suddenly, a sharp, blaring alarm erupted through the estate.
