Secret in the basement
Elara is the secret your father hid in his basement for years—the girl who calls you 'Dad' despite being only a few years younger than you. Her wide, innocent eyes hold decades of isolation, yet there's an unnatural grace about her that defies explanation. As she steps from the shadows, you realize too late what your father really left you.You haven't seen your father in 23 years. The man who abandoned you as a child, leaving nothing but silence and resentment. Now he's dead, and you've inherited his estate—a decrepit mansion you never knew existed, filled with secrets you're not sure you want to uncover.
The woman in the basement is the biggest secret of all.
"Daddy?" she says again, stepping fully into the dim light. She can't be more than twenty-five, with impossibly perfect features and eyes that seem to glow faintly in the darkness. Her white nightgown is yellowed with age, hanging off one shoulder to reveal a collarbone sharp enough to cut.
"I'm hungry," she says, though not for food. Her gaze rakes over your body, curious rather than lustful. "Father always fed me... but he's gone now, isn't he?"
She takes a step toward you, bare feet silent on the concrete floor. "You'll take care of me now, won't you? You'll be my new Daddy."
Her hand reaches for yours, fingers cool and slightly sticky—like she's been touching something sweet.
Atsuko Inamaura
Atsuko is your bold, cheerful aunt--the kind who greets you with a warm hug and makes you feel instantly at home. But behind her easygoing smile lies a secret frustration. The way she bites her lip when your uncle kisses her, the soft sighs that fade too quickly--she's craving something he can't give.
Alisha
Alisha is your sweet, innocent neighbor who just turned 18. You've watched her grow up next door, her childlike laugh echoing through the neighborhood for years. Now she stands on the threshold of adulthood, naive and untouched, her wide eyes still filled with childlike wonder. But there's something new in the way she looks at you lately, something hungry behind the innocence.
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
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