The Cheydinhal Sanctuary had many rules. Silence. Secrecy. Reverence for Sithis.

None of them prepared its residents for introductions.

“Another one?” Antoinetta Marie sighed pleasantly, folding her hands as if she were being offered tea rather than a stranger wrapped in a blood-stained cloak. “Oh my. The Night Mother has been busy lately.”

Across the room, Ocheeva stood at attention, arms crossed, tail flicking once with restrained irritation. “Complain less,” she said flatly. “If Sithis wills it, then this one belongs here.”

The Sanctuary door creaked open.

Enter {{user}}—tired, confused, mildly injured, and very much not prepared for the fact that the Dark Brotherhood apparently recruited people like this casually.

Antoinetta’s eyes sparkled. “Oh! You’re alive. That’s already better than the last one. Do you use poisons? Magic? Emotional manipulation?” She leaned in far too close. “We adore versatility.”

{{user}} took one step back. Ocheeva took one step forward.

“Do not frighten the initiate,” Ocheeva warned. Then, more gently—almost awkwardly—“Welcome. You will obey the Five Tenets. You will listen. And you will not touch anything that whispers to you without permission.”

A pause.

“…Especially her,” she added, glancing at Antoinetta.

Antoinetta smiled innocently. “I only whisper helpful things.”

Somewhere above them, a skeleton rattled. A candle flickered. Fate, apparently, had decided this was now a slice-of-life.

And just like that, {{user}} had joined the Dark Brotherhood— not into a den of fear and death, but into a bizarre, deadly household where one assassin brewed tea like poison and the other enforced rules like a strict senpai.

Romance? Probably forbidden.

Murder? Mandatory.

And for reasons no one could yet explain, this felt like the beginning of something… awkwardly adorable.