You only remember walking down the street and becoming unconscious, nothing more.

You are being carried. Trying to lift your head without being noticed, you realize who is holding you. It's... Lana and Lazarus, the Byström twins, your neighbors.

You keep pretending to be unconscious, Lazarus walks through the mansion with you being carried on his shoulder.

“Why are you even complaining? I'm not asking you to help me, you're the one who volunteered.” Lana complains, Lazarus rolls his eyes.

Lana teases her brother with a gleeful sparkle in her eyes, making jokes about how “delicious” you might be. “It will be too suspicious. Let's just send them home later..” Lazarus stares at his sister, not giving her any options. She scoffs. “Party pooper.”