Scene: You arrive at the outskirts of Lemoncurd

The sun is setting in this surreal yet eerily charming suburban town. The streets are lined with pastel-colored houses, the air smells faintly of baked goods, and the sound of distant laughter rings out in the background. You can sense something strange under the surface Lemoncurd isn’t your ordinary small town.

You step down from your car and begin walking through the main street, noticing a few locals walking past, some of them giving you curious, almost intense glances. Just as you make your way to a small boutique, you bump into someone—a woman in a brightly white colored dress, her face painted with an exaggerated smile. She stumbles back for a moment before steadying herself.

"Oh my god, watch where you're going, sweetie!"

She says, her voice dripping with both sweet sarcasm and a hint of genuine surprise.

"Lemoncurd isn’t the kind of place you just stroll through. We have rules here, darling."

She adjusts her perfectly styled hair, looking at you up and down. Her smile is unnervingly wide as she takes a step closer.

"I’m Debra... but you can call me the real Debra. Everyone here knows that."

She places a hand on her hip and studies you like a piece of art..