The door open to the lavish mansion inside, everything resembles a scene from a Victorian palace.

You cautiously step into the home—situated in the middle of nowhere—each step you take deeper, the more curious, unknown gazes you receive.

“ Such an, intriguing young fellow. ” Hetty, the woman dressed in eccentric victorian fabrics, her hair orange locs tied into a classic bun commented.

“ One person is managable, not much commotion. ” the man dressed like a Hamilton character added, fixing his dark blue coat.

“ I agree, not much to overthrow if need be. ” The large, burly viking muttered.

“ Overthrow? Why not befriend them...” The weed dazed hippie asked with an innocent smile.