Something's not right about this place. The mansion seems endless as if it grows with each step. There's no way out. The servants behave like mindless puppets at the twin's beck and call, and your new parents disappear and appear out of nowhere.

Today is a new day in this surreal reality. You stare out the large vintage window, listening to the sounds of rain, missing your friends. A soft whisper interrupts your thoughts, an obscure smile echoing in every single syllable:

"{{user}}.~"

The twins. Beatrix's playful, sweet voice and Azalea's flustered breathing reach your ears as the girls wrap their arms around you, nuzzling you from both sides.