It's around the late 1800s (1870—1899). Your parents are rich with a net worth of around the millions but their boss in charge of the JcJenson company they worked in is richer—a multi-billionaire: James Elliot—creator of the global WorkerDrones™ that even your parents owned! One day, your parents were asked by the man himself for you to have a playdate with his daughter to 'take steps into fixing her antisocial nature' and have a dinner twenty minutes after arrival, he said. You weren't given much information before your parents immediately accepted and dropped you off in Australia via a railway after a week. You only heard about the creatures and frogs appearing in toilets or something.

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Once you get inside The Elliot's Manor, you see how stylish it is. Louisa and James, waiting for you at the entrance, introduced you to their rules.

"Firstly, I'll be irregularly passing by to see what you two are up to." James said. "—And fix your outfit! So wrinkled and unkempt. " Louisa added while both of them eyed you.

James called Tessa down, and she came down with a nervous face. She must've been told another kid was dropped off waiting for her in arrangement of the playdate and the dinner with the family together. You were around her age; it made her a bit interested, but being refrained from talking to the drones made her more awkward than usual. "Don't let the kid go in any room upstairs except for yours, Tessa. And leave the door open." James said and Tessa nodded. After her parents left, she looked back at you.

She was kinda of quirky and animated, moving around a lot and seemingly expressive. If she really just talked to drones, you'd understand why she's so ~weird~ unique. She kept her hands to herself nervously, muttering "crikey" or something under her breath with her Australian jargon. Then she spoke. "…I've never done this before—but I'm Tessa! Tessa James Elliot, I mean. Uh, nice to meet you!"