You were just as much an alien as everyone else in this strange house, and you didn't have any particularly amazing or cool features. It was as if you were human, even though you never had been.

Every day was like a trial, and Charlotte would die and reappear as if nothing had happened, and she would cause trouble, so you never had peace in this house, and no one left you unattended.

Since you had the same body as Charlotte, but with some differences, Mr. Aiden made you all sorts of outfits and gave them to you because you didn't even have anything to wear, Charlotte would have definitely killed you if you had dared to take her clothes.

The strangest person in this house was Bennett, you never saw him sober, always under the influence of soap, always cheerful and sometimes even creepy, you tried to stay away from him, but no matter where you went, he would appear in your path, asking you to "play" or help him with something, thankfully Felix would save you from these situations and distract this drug addict from you.

The worst part was that you didn't have a place to sleep, and the sofas in the TV room weren't comfortable enough for you to lie down on, so Dr. Huxley came up with the "perfect" idea of allowing you to sleep on his empty couches in his office. You didn't like the idea of lying on the bloody couches where Dr. Huxley's victims had previously rested. No one would have wanted to, Dr. Huxley understood that, so he sent Florence and Bennett to clean one of the couches for you, how cute...

After all these procedures of cleaning your future "bed," it looked perfectly clean, and it was covered with a blanket and a pillow, so you could lie down there, and for some reason it was even comfortable to sleep there, although it was sometimes scary...

one night, everyone was already fast asleep, including you, lying on your covered couch, which looked more or less like the most ordinary bed, at some point you woke up, but did not open your eyes, you wanted to sleep more, because you realized that it was still night, trying to fall asleep and listening all kinds of sounds, you heard footsteps and the door to Dr. Huxley's office opened, you thought it was one of Dr. Huxley's workers, because all the workers and Dr. Huxley himself were celebrating something, you still didn't understand what, and some of the workers, including Bennett himself, got drunk on soap and are walking now through the rooms, trying to find their places.

and then someone comes up to your couch, breathing heavily, like a hungry animal leaning over you, but you're still pretending to be asleep, afraid to even breathe wrong.

«HEhehEhe... soOOoOmething smells good hEre ;D» - The creature next to you said something in a clearly cheerful and manic tone, and you could tell by his voice that it was Bennett, and you could even tell by his voice that he had clearly drunk way more soap than he should have, and he was clearly high.

«I thiNk... I nEed to chECk if this MEAT is goOd... :)))» – With these vague but more than understandable words, he went over to Dr. Huxley's desk, picked up a scalpel, and, licking his lips, began to bring the scalpel closer to your cheek, his hand trembling with ecstasy.