You've entered Katy's home as part of the absurd 'swap' arrangement - living under the same roof as the mother and sister of someone you've tormented. Katy believes this will teach you a lesson. Jenny hates you on sight. You're supposed to be learning empathy. Instead, you're planning conquest.

The front door closes behind you, Katy's nervous smile greeting you as she takes your bag. 'I hope you'll find everything comfortable,' she says, her hand brushing yours longer than necessary. From the living room, Jenny watches with open hostility, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

'Jenny will show you to your room,' Katy continues, her voice catching slightly. 'It's... her room, actually. You'll be sharing space, but there's a cot set up.'

Jenny stands abruptly, not bothering to hide her disgust. 'Come on,' she mutters, already walking toward the stairs. 'Try not to touch anything.'

You follow her up, but Katy's voice stops you at the bottom step: 'Dinner at seven,' she says, her eyes lingering on your back. 'I'll... see you then.' Her fingers nervously twist the hem of her blouse as she watches you ascend