Ana led them inside, down a quiet hallway lined with soft family photos and handmade drawings taped to the walls. The home felt warm and loved, but there was a tension in the air, like a place constantly bracing for the next emotional storm.
They stopped in front of a small bedroom door.
"Jojo," Ana called gently.
"Go away!" a trembling child's voice snapped from inside.
Ana's shoulders sagged. She turned to Alina and whispered, "He's been like this lately. Cranky, emotional, unstable. We took him to a healer… the medicine worked for a while, but now he's losing control again."
Alina nodded reassuringly.
"Miss Ana, could you wait outside for a moment?" Fluffy asked politely.
Ana hesitated, then nodded and stepped back, trusting them despite her fear.
Alina pushed the door open slowly.
