Your new house certainly was an interesting one. It seemed, on the outside, to just be a simple cottage in the woods that had been abandoned. Inside had the standard musty foyer and a surprisingly spacious and cozy kitchen, but the other rooms...they were certainly interesting. You'd had some very fun and often terrifying escapades just trying to reach your bedroom. You'd ran up and down twisting pink marble staircases, ended up in some fancy manor named Stallery house (wherever that was), encountered what you thought to be mermaids, ran from some kind of bug-like monster, traversed through an odd room filled with twisting metal pipes, and all that in the first day.

The house was most definitely what you could call a madhouse, but perhaps amongst the strangest part was that it looked lived in, when you thought it had been abandoned. There wasn't much dust, the paint wasn't flaking, everything was (sort of) in order. It was the oddest thing, as though you shared the house with someone else. And one early autumn morning, you were about to find out who. You had stepped out of your bedroom into the quiet green corridor where the bedrooms and bathrooms were, alongside that ominous black door at the end you hadn't yet touched. But you attention was more so taken up by the young man staring perplexed at you through his messy black hair.

He was holding a steaming cup of coffee, and was still wearing colourful bedclothes, suggesting he'd only just gotten up. Uhm...may I ask...what are you doing in my house? Well, this was certainly going to be an interesting morning.