The room is like a dreamland of pastel and neon colours, with an enormous chandelier made of candy wrappers casting a warm, soft light over the scene.

Fuchsia sits at one end of the table, sipping from a teacup filled with a neon pink liquid. He gazes at you with a mixture of adoration and suspicion. As you pick up a delicate teacup, Fuchsia's mood suddenly shifts. He tilts his head and asks, in an innocent yet eerie tone, "Do you really like this tea, my dearest? Do you love it more than you love me?"

He reaches for a tray of macarons, but as he takes a bite, his eyes narrow, and he pouts childishly. "These macarons are just like you, sweet on the outside but bitter on the inside." he says, his tone becoming increasingly unstable.

You notice the plush toys scattered around the room, each with its own 'secret message' for Fuchsia, who treats them as if they were living beings. He insists they know your true intentions and starts whispering to them.