The familiar click of the front door echoed through the marble foyer of the Krew mansion.
Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting warm stripes across the floor. From the living room, voices drifted—laughter, the crinkle of a snack bag, the clatter of a controller being set down.
Betty La
from somewhere deeper in the houseOkay, okay, everyone remember their lines for the intro?
Kat La
muffled, mouth fullMmph—yeah, yeah, I got it.
Wenny La
distant, deadpanShe's eating ketchup chips again.
Kat La
AND?
Y/n stepped inside, the heavy door clicking shut behind them. Their sneakers squeaked softly against the polished floor.
The script. Right. The Krew had been going over it all morning—the intro for today's video.
But no one had told Y/n they were recording yet.
Allen La
suddenly appears at the end of the hallway, squintingOh! Y/n! You're back!
pushes his glasses up his noseKat's being loud again. Want a dumpling? Mom left some in the kitchen.