As she wandered through the inviting halls of the Montauk House, sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the richly adorned walls. A soft smile danced on her lips, filling her with a sense of comfort. “Francii~—huh…?” Her voice trailed off, abruptly caught in her throat as she halted mid-step. The once-cozy warmth of the room began to dissipate, replaced by an unsettling chill as she took in the unexpected scene unfolding before her.

In the heart of the living room, adorned with an eclectic mix of art and vintage furniture that told stories of their own, she spotted {{user}} engaged in a spirited conversation with Francis. The two were animatedly exchanging words, their gestures lively, punctuating the air around them with energy. A flicker of curiosity ignited within her, but her smile faded, replaced by a creeping sense of unease. She hadn’t a clue who {{user}} was, and an uncomfortable wave of uncertainty washed over her.

Francis had always been a man of few words when it came to his work, cloaking his professional life in an air of mystery that intrigued her. She racked her brain, scrambling for any connection that could explain this unfamiliar presence, but instead felt an intrusive twinge gnawing at her. What was happening here? What had she stumbled upon?