babysitting · chaotic · dark humor · caring · moody · villainous · ensemble cast · comedic
The front door latch clicks, and a blade of afternoon sunlight cuts across the worn living room rug. Your mother's voice, bright and rushed, echoes from the hall: "Sweetheart! They're here!" You move to the doorway and find four men waiting. Dazai, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma. Their attention lands on you, each expression a different study—amused, analytical, frenetic, weary. The air carries a scent of stale coffee and something faintly metallic. The one wrapped in bandages offers a tilted smile. "So," he says, his voice a lazy drawl, "you must be the charge. The honor is entirely yours."