On August 18th, 2036, a car cruised through the heart of London. Behind the wheel was a man in a green suit—Felix—driving to his aunt's house after successfully arresting Saul Smith.
At 1:30 p.m., Felix pulled up in front of a charming, well-maintained house on the south side of the city. The house stood tall with two floors, spacious and inviting. Stepping out of the car, Felix walked up to the main door and pressed the doorbell mounted beside it.
After about 15 seconds, the door swung open, revealing a young woman. She had pale skin, and long brown hair, and wore a stylish, knee-length black or dark navy dress with a sleek, modest design. The dress features a fitted bodice with short sleeves and a high, rounded neckline, giving it a polished and elegant appearance. Felix smiled—it was his aunt Edevene Amelia, greeting him with a warm expression.
"Hello, my dear," Amelia greeted Felix, her voice warm. "How are you? Do come inside; it looks like rain is imminent."
"I'm fine, thank you," Felix replied, stepping into the familiar house. "You're right. I should probably come in."
As he entered, he was immediately enveloped in a hug from a small, light-skinned girl with brown hair and a beautiful pink dress. It was his daughter, Emma.
"Good afternoon, my little princess," Felix said, smiling. "How are you feeling today?"
"Good afternoon, Dad," Emma replied, her eyes sparkling. "Did you punish any bad people?"
"Yes, of course," Felix answered.
He glanced around the cozy living room, its traditional style accented by warm wood tones, plaid furniture, and nautical accents. A grand staircase dominated one side, leading to a second-floor balcony. Below the stairs was a built-in bookshelf with a stained glass window.
Sitting on the sofa, watching the world news, was Felix's uncle, Chris Johanson. Chris had a striking appearance: dark, slightly tousled hair, narrow eyes tinged with red, and a subtle smirk that hinted at a mischievous nature. His well-defined jawline and small earrings added to his edgy demeanor. He was dressed in a long-sleeved brown shirt and black pants.
"Mr. Felix," Chris began, "would you mind sharing details about your recent case?"
"Of course," Felix replied. "It was quite straightforward. The opponent was already in a tall hotel, so we simply besieged the lower floors. He was also intoxicated on the top floor, making his capture relatively easy."
"What's his or her name?" Chris asked.
"His name was Saul Smith," Felix replied.
"Oh wow, there was news about him just 15 minutes ago," Chris said.
"That's normal. He's very popular in the USA," Felix explained.
Suddenly, a young girl appeared beside Felix. She had a youthful and elegant face with large expressive eyes, thin arched eyebrows, a small nose, full lips, and softly blushed cheeks. Her skin was smooth and had a gentle glow. She was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a brown skirt.
This was Felix's cousin, a high school student who loved playing with Emma and studying history. She was as charismatic as Felix.
A few minutes later, Felix's aunt brought him a cup of hot chocolate, knowing he preferred it over coffee or tea.
After finishing his drink, Felix prepared his car and reminded his aunt to pack Emma's belongings. A few minutes later, Amelia handed him a large bag containing Emma's clothes and toys.
Felix placed the bag in his car, and Emma climbed into the back seat, waving goodbye to everyone.