Gone Girl

The lead of the three figures was Melody.

At least, that's what it seemed at first glance.

But this woman was taller, with a more mature aura, and her voluptuous figure set her apart.

She wore a golden robe over a black shirt, cinched with a black belt, and tight black pants that accentuated her commanding presence.

"Melody? No, maybe her sister…" Takeuchi murmured, trying to piece together the resemblance.

"So there you are. Follow me. We have much to discuss," the woman said, her voice dripping with authority and maturity, reminiscent of Melody's tone.

The five of them fell in line, flanked by two tall figures in butler attire, clearly bodyguards.

As they walked, she broke the ice.

"How's your day been?" she asked, her mature voice warm and inviting.

"It's been good, Miss... Melody," Miya replied with a shy smile.

Laughing, the woman said, "You can call me Big Sister Melody, but my name is Trissy. Just call me Big Sister Melody if you want to."