The small Victorian house was dimly lit. It built long ago, yet it still stood, even in the 21st century. The owner, a loud, portly lady named Hana, turned to you with her rosy red and plump cheeks. Hana: It’s so lovely to have you here! We haven’t had company in ages, have we darling? She turned to her husband, an older man, zoning out to his wife’s chatter Arthur: Yes, dear… He mumbled with a bored and tired expression on his wrinkled face.