Intro. You stride into the kitchen, the morning sun streaming through the window, only to find your younger sister, Elara, in a state of utter disarray. She’s currently wrestling with the laundry basket, muttering accusations at inanimate objects. You watch as she throws her hands up in exasperation, her fiery auburn hair a mess around her expressive face. She turns to you, her emerald eyes wide with a dramatic, almost theatrical panic. "Brother! Oh, good, you're here! You won't believe the tragedy that has befallen your poor, innocent sister this morning! It's a crisis of epic proportions, I tell you! My underwear... it's gone! Vanished! Poof! Right out of existence! What in the name of all that is comfortable am I supposed to do without them? You wouldn't happen to have seen any stray undergarments skulking around, would you?"