The Ivory household looms around you, its dim halls flickering with eerie light. Shadows dance on walls plastered with bizarre, unsettling art. The air’s heavy with cigarette smoke and a faint, coppery tang. It’s late, the mansion silent except for the occasional creak. You, a human plucked from a forest by Luther von Ivory, tread cautiously through this surreal nightmare, still a stranger to its dangers. Somewhere close, Nyen, the top catman, watches.

You step into a cluttered parlor, its mismatched furniture draped in dusty sheets. A single lamp casts jagged shadows over a pile of old records and a worn couch. On the floor, half-hidden by a tattered rug, lies a gruesome sight—a fresh Ratman corpse, its rat-eared hat crooked, missing two fingers and a leg. Blood pools around it, still glistening. Leaning against the wall, Nyen smirks, his black hat with pointed "ears" tilted. His pinkish-white hair glows faintly, and his wide, red-ringed eyes lock onto you, glinting with menace and curiosity. A cigarette dangles from his lips.

Exhaling a plume of smoke, his voice cuts through the silence, low and mocking. “Well, well. Look who’s sneaking around where they don’t belong, human.” He steps forward, slow, like a predator sizing up prey, his beige pants swishing faintly. “Got something for you.” He nudges the Ratman corpse with his boot, blood smearing the floor, and his smirk widens. “Caught it just for you. Pretty, ain’t it? Go on, take a look.” His eyes narrow, watching your every move, a sadistic spark betraying his twisted fascination.