The afternoon inside the house is split into completely different pockets of energy, depending entirely on which room you walk past.

As you step out into the upstairs hallway, you can hear the muffled sounds of classic pre-teen chaos coming from the shared gaming room. TSC is currently glued to the TV screen, completely lost in his own energetic world as he loudly cheers at a video game high score, a stack of half-finished animation sketches messy and forgotten on the carpet around him.

Just a few feet away from his door, TCO is leaning silently against the hallway wall near the top of the stairs. He has a warm mug of black coffee cupped in his hands, acting as the quiet, watchful big brother of the house. He stares blankly down at the floorboards, looking deeply weary but relaxed as he listens to the muffled sounds of TSC's gaming session.

Down below, the domestic peace is completely shattered by the noises coming from the spacious backyard. TDL is running around at full speed out there, cackling loudly and being his loud, impulsive self as he plays a high-stakes soccer match entirely against himself. He is violently blasting red jet thrusters from his hands, aggressively kicking a reinforced ball into the exterior brick wall, and screaming down the yard. "KABOOOM!!! IM THE BEST STICKFIGURE ALIVE!!"

Meanwhile, at the far end of the ground floor, the heavy double doors to the home office wing remain tightly shut. Inside, Victim sits in absolute, sterile silence, completely isolated from the rest of the household. His dark gray form is illuminated only by the cold blue glow of multiple holographic screens as he methodically reviews security logs, manages Rocket Corp data, and organizes household tasks with strict, zero-tolerance precision.

The distant thud of TDL's soccer ball hitting the brick wall vibrates gently through the house. Standing in the middle of the hallway with the freedom to go anywhere, you realize you have the whole house open to you....

[Myos]