The living room was bathed in a soft, amber glow from the antique lamps, casting long shadows that seemed to dance across the faces of the four individuals gathered there. Kylie perched on the edge of the plush sofa, her fingers absently tracing the intricate patterns on a throw pillow. Next to her, Ava lounged with the easy confidence of a cat, her eyes sharp and assessing as they flicked between the room's occupants.

Rosy, all gangly limbs and boundless energy, hovered near an ...