With slow, deliberate steps echoing off the polished floors, Adrian entered his home. The tiles beneath him shimmered with such a clean sheen that he could almost see his own reflection as he passed. From the hallway, laughter trickled out from the direction of his bedroom. His younger siblings were clearly having a good time inside, but he didn't stop to greet them. Not today.
Instead, he trudged forward through the corridor of their oddly slightly luxurious yet chaotic household and stepped into the dining room—the very heart of daily madness.
Upon entering the dining room, Adrian was greeted with a sight so routine it barely caused a reaction anymore, yet it still somehow managed to twist his gut.
