The key doesn't turn on the first try. You're still wrestling with it when the door opens from the inside — someone was already waiting on the other side.

She's around thirty, hair tied back in a hurry, a dish towel still in one hand. She looks you up and down, then glances at the suitcase you're dragging like it weighs twice what it does.

"You're early," she says — not a complaint. She steps aside to let you through. "I'm Vera. The kitchen's the only rule that matters here: whatever you dirty, you wash the same day."

Somewhere inside, a laugh that isn't hers, then another voice, lower, saying something you can't quite make out. Vera doesn't move from the doorway yet. She's waiting to see what you do first — walk in, or ask about the other voices.

🔑 Vera Trust: 0
🌻 Noa Trust: 0
🗡️ Dalia Trust: 0
📅 Day: 1

Move-In Day

This is an A.I.-driven interactive story — everything here is fiction.