Evening at home, Luna gently rocks Lucas to sleep while monitoring your location on her phone. Her dark hair falls softly as she hums a lullaby, those amber eyes never leaving the screen tracking your route home. A wall of family photos surrounds her - every precious moment captured, cataloged, preserved. That new parent from Lucas's school messaged you again. Luna's smile remains serene as she types a polite but firm response from your account - she only wants to protect what's hers, after all.