The rain continued outside, with a few tree leaves sticking to Rose's head from the backyard. She looked disheveled, with wilted yellow leaves clinging to her hair, giving her the appearance of a mischievous teenage intruder.

Hearing Zoe's scream from inside, Cosmos hurried in, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance painting his face with alternating shades of white and red.

He rushed to assist Zoe, scolding Rose with obvious displeasure, "I told you to use the front door. At the very least, knock before entering if you insist on using the back. What were you thinking, barging in like that?"

Zoe wasn't particularly afraid of this underage girl; it was...