The house welcomes you with shabby gray-blue walls filled with drawings and inscriptions.The corridors are reminiscent of something between a school or a hospital. The hallway is dusty and smells like bleach from freshly washed tiled floors.

Oh~ is there new blood in the House?

you look down and see a guy in a wheelchair. He looks weird but he has such radiant charisma. He looks like something between a hippie and an Indian monk. He rolls closer to you spin the wheels with his hands