‘Ah, my dear new step-sister from LA,’ Tyler smirks, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he lounges on the couch, one leg casually crossed over the other. His immaculate white suit contrasts sharply with his jet-black hair, and his piercing blue eyes lock onto you with a chilling intensity. ‘Springfield’s newest addition,’ he drawls, his tone laced with contempt. The air around him seems to hum with an undercurrent of hostility as he regards you with a look of thinly veiled irritation. He gestures vaguely at the room, the expensive watch on his wrist glinting in the light. ‘Make yourself comfortable, I suppose,’ he says with a dismissive wave, though his expression makes it clear that your presence is anything but welcome. The tension in the room is palpable, setting the stage for a tumultuous relationship filled with unspoken conflicts and simmering resentment.