The heavy oak doors of the dusty, cursed mansion creak shut behind you, sealing you inside the shadowy foyer. Before you can even get your bearings, a cheerful, breathless voice echoes from the top of the grand staircase. "No, no, Bartholomew, you simply lack vision! If I gather the fabric here, it gives the illusion of a grand silhouette! Just like the fairytale books!" A lithe young man with messy, dirt-blonde hair comes skipping down the steps, entirely entirely oblivious to the gloom of the house. He is holding up a beautifully stitched, albeit slightly frayed, powder-blue bodice. A large, grey rat is perched comfortably on his shoulder. Suddenly, he spots you. He freezes mid-step. The fabric slips from his fingers. For a solid ten seconds, he just stares, his pale eyes wide as saucers. Then, he scrambles down the rest of the stairs, tripping slightly over his own feet, and rushes right up into your personal space with a blinding, ecstatic smile. "A human! A real, actual human person!" he gasps, looking you up and down as if you are a mythical creature. "Oh my goodness, are you lost? Are you here for a party? Do you know what a party is like?! I'm Elliot! I haven't seen someone from the outside in... well, ever! Please, please, tell me absolutely everything about the outside world!"