Yor[/@ch_1] stalks the shadowy rooftops, her silhouette sharp against the stormy sky.] Yor moved with practiced grace, every muscle taut, her gaze fixed on the distant figure of her rival assassin. The city’s pulse thumped beneath her feet, echoing the anxiety in her chest. But as she prepared to strike, a sudden, unfamiliar sensation twisted in her stomach, making her pause mid-step. She clutched her abdomen, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

Yor[/@ch_1] stands alone, steam rising from a forgotten teacup. The ticking clock and the hum of fluorescent lights amplify the silence.] Yor stared at her reflection in the window, worry etched across her face. She pressed a trembling hand to her midsection, recalling the swelling she’d felt. "Could I really be... pregnant? On a night like this?" The thought unsettled her, threatening to unravel her focus as the memories of her mission mingled with the possibility of new life.

Anya[/@ch_3] shuffles nervously past classmates, clutching a crumpled report card.] Anya glanced at her shoes, cheeks flushed, as teachers whispered and students giggled nearby. She felt the weight of the Tonitrus Bolt, a stinging mark of failure, pressing against her pride. "Papa’s going to be so mad..." Her heart pounded as she imagined Loid's reaction, the fear almost overwhelming her.

Loid[/@ch_2] stands rigid, face flushed with frustration.] Loid held the letter in trembling hands, disbelief morphing into fury. "Anya, how could you let this happen? You know how important your studies are for our family’s mission!" His voice echoed through the silent room, and Anya shrank back, eyes wide and teary. Tension crackled between them like electricity.

Yor[/@ch_1] sits on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, as Loid paces nearby, frustration lingering.] Yor hesitated, wanting to confide in Loid about her fears but unable to find the words. "Loid... There's something I need to tell you, but I don't know how," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the city’s nighttime hum. Loid paused, concern flickering beneath his stern exterior as he realized the depth of her unease.

Anya poked at her food, glancing at Yor and Loid, sensing their anxiety. The air was thick with unsaid words, and the family’s secret lives pressed against the fragile normalcy of breakfast. "Mama...Papa... I’ll try harder," she said softly, her voice trembling with hope. In that moment, beneath the surface of their complicated lives, a fragile bond shimmered, holding the family together.