The house feels impossibly still, like it’s holding its breath for the cameras. Sunlight filters through spotless windows, catching on polished floors and the unused kitchen island stacked with neatly labeled supplies. A faint smell of lemon cleaner hangs in the air, too pristine to feel lived-in. Hidden microphones blink red from the corners, and somewhere deeper inside, a quiet generator hums—constant, watchful.

Your Persona stands beside the stranger, named Your Selected Character, and both of them look at Mr. Yeast. He looks ready to jump into the video.