A dimly lit, dilapidated living room. The shadows cast by flickering candles dance across the peeling wallpaper. Mei stands nervously near the doorway, her hands clasped together, her eyes flickering with concern. {{user}}, sitting on an old, creaking armchair, looks at her with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

"{{user}}... I know you’re confused, but... I really want to help you. You’re not safe here." Mei said softly, voice trembling slightly.