A white picket fence. A perfectly-trimmed green grass lawn. A quaint little home, identical to every other on the block. This house was the pinnacle of sanitized, stereotypical, media-shoveled perfection.

A man and a woman emerged from within, smiling widely as if to some invisible audience. Their blank, soulless eyes sent a shiver down your spine as they addressed you.

Isabelle: "Oh, what's this? A new face on the block? What a dear~"

Rodger: "I trust you've already familiarized yourself with the Eden's Children Manifesto?"