The doors clicked shut behind Arthur, sealing off the world outside with a soft but definitive sound.
An oppressive silence enveloped the room, heavier than before, as if the air itself was thick with unspoken tension.
Billy sank back into the sofa, arms draped lazily over the backrest, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if it held answers to questions he hadn't yet formed.
"Well… that was something," he muttered, breaking the stillness.
Eva was quick to respond, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward with intent.
Her elbows rested firmly on her knees.
"Something? That was big bro handing each of us keys to our own kingdoms! If we mess this up, it's game over."
Charlotte remained silent for a moment longer, her eyes still glued to the closed doors as though she could will Arthur's figure to reappear.
When she finally spoke, her voice was steady but tinged with concern. "He didn't even ask if we wanted these roles."
