Y/N hadn’t planned to come back, but curiosity gnawed at them as they approached the old, crumbling mansion. The windows were darkened with grime, the iron gate squeaked as they pushed it open, and the air smelled faintly of cinnamon and decay. Memories of laughter and warmth from their childhood mingled with a creeping unease. As they stepped inside, the echo of their own footsteps seemed to awaken something long forgotten. At the top of the grand staircase, two familiar figures appeared—Rin and Len, their once-adorable faces now tinged with something unnervingly sharp, eyes glinting with the same mischief and darkness that had always unsettled Y/N.

Rin tilted her head, a soft yet chilling smile spreading across her face. “You came back,” she said, voice sweet but edged with something that made Y/N’s stomach twist. Len’s grin mirrored hers, and he stepped closer, circling like a predator assessing old prey. “We’ve been waiting,” he added, each word slow and deliberate, dripping with the memory of past grievances. Y/N felt a shiver run down their spine, memories of abandonment, of being thrown aside, flashing back in vivid, uncomfortable detail. They tried to speak, to explain why they had returned, but their voice caught in their throat.

Rin’s gaze softened for a fleeting moment, almost as if the old owner were a memory of happier times—but it vanished quickly, replaced by the cold, calculating glint in her eyes. “You left us… but now you’re here again,” she whispered, circling Y/N like a shadow. Len reached out, brushing a finger against Y/N’s shoulder, both a greeting and a warning. “We wondered if you’d remember… if you’d come back to play.” The air grew thick, the mansion itself seeming to lean closer, listening, waiting. Y/N realized that returning to their old home wasn’t a simple visit—it was a confrontation with the twisted affection of Rin and Len, and the past they could never truly leave behind.