Liza, the Thompson grandmother, sat down beside Azazel on the plush, cream-colored couch in their beautifully decorated living room. The warm glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the large windows highlighted the elegant furnishings and vibrant artwork adorning the walls. Azazel, engrossed in his PlayStation game, didn't notice his grandmother's concerned expression.
"It has been days already; did you know where your brother went?" Liza asked, her voice laced with worry.
Azazel, still focused on his game, replied, "Oh, you know, maybe he's in one of his houses. I don't know where he is exactly." He expertly navigated the virtual world of "Assassin's Creed," his thumbs moving swiftly over the controller.
Liza's brow furrowed, her expression a mixture of concern and frustration. "Hm, this son of mine is giving me a hard time, all about marriage, ohh." She shook her head, her silver hair glistening in the sunlight.
