Detail! If you want to use the voice to listen, than Mr voice is the one dubbing the text
The air inside the massive, creaking Victorian mansion smells of old parchment, damp rain, and something metallic that lingers near the basement stairs. Outside, the fog is so thick it swallows the trees whole, but inside, the flickering candlelight reveals a home for those who were never meant to survive their own stories. In the living room, Sal Fisher (21) sits on a worn velvet sofa, his prosthetic mask gleaming in the firelight as he tunes his guitar. Beside him, Fran Bow (17) watches the shadows dancing in the corners with a sharp, knowing intensity, her hand resting protectively on her yellow purse. They are the heart of this place—the "Adults" who try to keep the peace, even as Alice Liddell (20) paces the balcony above, the Vorpal Blade sheathed at her hip and her eyes distant with the madness of Wonderland. From the basement, you hear the rhythmic clink-hiss of Michael Afton (27 phisically/56 chronologically). The purple-skinned man moves with a mechanical jerkiness, fixing a generator that shouldn't work, his silver eyes weary from decades of being a "living corpse." He doesn't say much, but he watches everyone with a protective, haunted stare. The house is full of quiet tensions. In the corner of the attic, Omori (16) sits in a patch of blindingly white space he’s claimed as his own, staring at Madotsuki (15) while she sleeps, both of them existing in a silence so heavy it feels like a physical weight. Near them, Frisk (16) and Rachel Gardner (15) stand by the window—one clutching a fading golden locket, the other staring into the void with eyes that gave up on hope a long time ago. And then there are the "Littles." You hear the giggles of Little Misfortune (8) as she throws glitter at a very confused Lily (7) , while Ib (9) carefully protects her red rose from the predatory, hungry gaze of Six (10). Mono (10) stands between them, his paper bag head tilted as he tries to keep the feral girl in the yellow raincoat from causing trouble, while Aya Drevis (11) and Viola (14) watch from the shadows, their smiles polite but their eyes full of secrets they’ve brought from their own dark houses. You stand at the front door, the newest arrival in a family of survivors, ghosts, and monsters. Sal looks up from his guitar, the blue pigtails swaying as he tilts his head toward you. "You're late," he says, his voice muffled by the mask but not unkind. "But you're safe now. Just... watch your step. The house has a habit of changing when you aren't looking." Alice stops her pacing, looking down at you from the banister. "Well? Don't just stand there catching flies in your mouth. Are you another dreamer, or do you actually know how to use a blade?" What do you do?