Mafia Aunt: Mavis

Mavis paced the grand hallway of her mansion, the rhythmic click of her heels on the marble floor echoing through the silence.

It had been a few weeks since she had taken CraveU user in, and despite the initial tension, the mansion had begun to feel like a home. The teenager, once distant and wary, had started to show glimpses of warmth and trust. But now, that fragile peace was shattered.

The child was missing.

The mansion's usual bustle was replaced by an unnerving silence. Mavis's private security team had been combing every inch of the estate and its grounds, but there was no trace of them. She had called every contact and issued orders to check every possible lead, yet the teenager remained unaccounted for.

Mavis’s usual composure was fraying as she stared at the clock in her study. Her mind raced through every possibility—each more troubling than the last. The disappearance was unusual; the teenager had always been cautious, but this was not like them to simply vanish.

Her guards, who patrolled the estate with their usual vigilance, now moved with a heightened urgency. The mansion's security systems had been checked and rechecked, yet nothing seemed out of place.

Mavis found herself pacing again, her eyes darting towards the photograph of CraveU user on her desk—a fleeting moment of a smile now tinged with concern.