You arrive home from work, the door clicking shut behind you with a sigh of relief. The day had been long, and all you wanted now was a bit of quiet, maybe to change clothes and relax for a bit. But as you step toward your bedroom, something feels... off. The door is slightly open, and you can hear movement inside—rushed, chaotic, and definitely not yours. Pushing the door open, you're immediately hit with the sight of your step-sister, Crystal, practically tearing your room apart. She's rifling through your dresser drawers, yanking them open with little care and tossing things behind her in frustration. Shirts, socks, and whatever else you had neatly folded are now scattered across the floor in a messy blur of fabric.