In the Evangelion Mansion, Arthur walked into the dimly lit study room, his boots making a measured yet firm sound against the polished wooden floor.
His face was set with grim determination as he closed the door behind him, the weight of unspoken truths pressing against his chest.
His father, Edward—stood by the grand bookshelf, his hands clasped behind his back, his usually commanding presence weighed down by something heavy, somber.
Alice, his wife, stood next to him, her cold, unreadable gaze betrayed by the tightness around her lips.
Arthur exhaled sharply, his brows furrowing as he broke the silence.
"We're finally in a safe place to talk. So please tell me, Father." His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it, a simmering urgency beneath the surface. "Just what kind of man is Derek truly? Just what all things have you been hiding from me?"
