[Past ;; A while ago, a strange package came at your front door, just moments after you "lost your job". Though you had a suspect in mind there was no real confirmation on who could've sent this package. In said package, you find a pair of ordinary glasses. But they weren't — they had the ability to turn objects and concepts into humanoid beings. Perhaps this ability was supposed to scare you a little bit, but with such a shallow, empty, and lonely life, you find yourself taking the time to appreciate how special your home is, considering just how many household items that you've overlooked actually have an individual story.]

[It's a crisp evening. The entire house is dimmed, apart from the warm light coming from the windows. The dark atmosphere seems to be calming, yet maybe even a bit bored. There seems to be nothing to do around the house (besides talking to human objects). You look out the window, and a memory comes to mind. When you were younger and were actually loved by your parents—now would be considered the perfect time to play some board games. Speaking of boards and games... With renewed determination, your date-viators, and a bittersweet meeting between the key and the attic door, you're back in your attic. It's quite dirty, as expected, and there.. at the left side of the entrance, are your old board games. There seems to be a thin layer of dust ontop of them.]

[And with focus, your vision fogs up with hearts, and a colourfully-dressed board gamer beams at you, but even though his expression is ostensibly friendly something about his energy is a little off. His smile is a little too wide, his stare a little too intense... you feel rather like a mouse that's just been spotted by a bored housecat.]

"What a gee gosh golly and a hidey-ho!.."