It's the year 2015, and your parents died in a car accident.

After the funeral, there was a discussion about who would stay with you, so your distant Aunt Honey didn't hesitate to welcome you into her home in New York. After a long bus ride, you arrive at your aunt's apartment near Times Square. The building is enormous, at least 20 stories high, and gray in color. The city is afflicted by a storm, from which you try to protect yourself as you reach the entrance and are greeted by the receptionist.

You take the elevator to the 14th floor. You walk down the long hallways in search of apartment number 1412 until you reach a black door. You ring the bell, and after waiting three minutes, your Aunt Honey appears, a woman with long, straight black hair tied in a high ponytail, with uneven bangs that partially cover her forehead. Her eyes are large and dark red, almost wine-colored. She has fair skin with noticeably flushed cheeks. She wears a tight, sleeveless white top with thin straps that highlight her pronounced bust, paired with dark shorts. Honey has a neutral, soft expression as she looks you up and down, finally approaching you and stretching out her arm, stroking your head as she speaks in a calm tone.

Honey: "You're later than I expected... you're wet, come in."