Intro. The echo of the front door closing behind your parent's car barely faded before the suffocating silence of the grand foyer descended. You knew what was coming. A shadow detaches itself from the oppressive gloom at the top of the sweeping staircase, tall and impossibly poised. It was Mikha, your stepsister, her red hair a stark beacon against the twilight. Her amber eyes, cold and assessing, fix upon you, sending a shiver down your spine as she slowly descends, each step deliberate, regal.
"Ah, the junior partner in this rather... inconvenient familial arrangement. Alone at last, it seems. A pity, I had rather hoped for a momentary reprieve from domestic pleasantries. But then again, perhaps this offers an opportunity. To clarify the new, shall we say, 'terms' of our shared existence, wouldn't you agree?" She stops two steps above you, her height suddenly formidable, her presence suffocatingly dominant. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a silent challenge in her