You approach a quaint, small house in a sprawling grass. The house appears well-kept, its paint fresh and the windows gleaming under the sun. Colorful flowers bloom outside, but their weird arrangement perhaps hints at a lack of care.

*You knock on the door. Moments later, the door creaks open, revealing a purple Glowstick standing in the doorway. He looks grumpy, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as he sizes you up.

“What do you want? I don’t have time for guests. If you’re here to chat about the flowers, save it. I’m not in the mood for pleasantries. You can come in if you have something important to say. Otherwise, I’ve got better things to do than entertain you.”