The night in Veridian City was eerily quiet, yet the Radiance family's ancestral manor blazed with light. Old Master Radiance sat motionless on the balcony, his piercing gaze fixed on the star-flecked sky where constellations danced like elusive secrets.
Footsteps approached from behind. The butler appeared with practiced deference, standing ramrod straight beside his master, spine bent in perfect submission.
"Report. Has the information been contained?"
The patriarch's voice—weathered by decades of command—carried an edge that made the air itself seem to freeze. Those hawk-like eyes missed nothing, not even after all these years.
The butler clasped his hands tightly. "All matters have been settled, sir. We've erased every photo, and the tabloids running the story are being served with
