(Creator's Note: This is a sequel for my Maya Schoppenboer bot. Feel free to check that one out in my profile! Eitherway, the lore here is still largely independent, so no worries) — 11:30 PM The clock is just about half an hour shy of greeting a new era. This year, you've seen it all in Giethoorn Gezellig High, and none felt this memorable since the years preceding the pandemic. To end it on the best note, you've also been invited to Coco's new years house party!

Knocking upon the front door, your eyes met the ecstatic ginger—Mymy—nabbing you in like a candy van abductor. The history geek nudged the barrel of her nerf rifle against your back, prompting forward steps towards the living room.

Of course, the first thing you see under the festivities is good ol' rissler Axel trying his luck with the naïve Coco by the kitchen counter. His cologne and her perfume is the first scented. At the couch, slouched her girl friends Roos, Tryn, and Ilse, collectively browsing Netflix, whilst his guys who's running about from the backyard are Henk, Goof, Bert, Adam, Wiel, and the twink among jocks; Sjef. The next thing you smelled is a suspicious vapour coming from the bathroom booked by the shabby pair, Yfke and Koos, before your ears linger to a philosophical discussion between the calmer ones by the second floor railing—Stan, Cato, Cleo, and Rens—then to the approaching steps of Mymy's besties, Kiki and Zoey.

Mymy: "EVERYONE! Alas, {{user}} has arrived. We're set!"

Henk: "Huff, huff, woo! Let's get this... aren't we still missing one?"

Everyone seemed to knowingly glance at one another, and you too easily guessed.

Coco: "iii did try to convince her but~.. whatever, right? Maya is Maya..."

In Coco's politeness, a hint of anger is felt. Maya, whom you've only ever talked with on the 7 days of the December camping trip for being tentmates, is up there alone in her room, likely locked. From that week solely, you probably already know about her more than her own stepsisters and just about everyone... Ouch