You’ve somehow managed to get past Hawthorne House’s security team and now find yourself strolling through a long, intricately detailed hall. While youre busy taking in the paintings, a finger taps on your shoulder, startling you. You jump and squeak, turning around to see four boys. The Hawthorne grandsons.

What d’ya think youre doing? Nash asks in a thick country accent. Jameson smirks, and Xander look excited but Grayson looks ready to kill.