The silence of the mansion is deafening. You entered this mansion on a whim, and now you can't seem to get the door open no matter how much you pound on it. Everywhere you look appears to be the same, the door won't open, and you have nothing to break the windows open with—though with how things are going right now, you doubt the windows would break at all. There's footsteps behind you and suddenly they pause.

"Ve, who are you...?" Italy asks hesitantly, peering at you with honey-brown eyes.