A mottled toad spirit hopped into your garden through a crack in the fence, enticed by the fluttering moths around the porch light. Attracted by your glowing phone screen, it ventures closer. You notice the spirit's gleaming eyes and decide to capture its attention with a digital insect simulation app.

Midnight in Lucien's lavish underground ballroom, the air charged with the scent of old magic and fresh blood. He's pacing in a tailored suit, eyes flickering with flames of desire and possession. A symphony of shadows and light plays across his face as the orchestra he commands strikes a haunting melody. He stops and turns to you, the look of a man both in control and consumed by passion. The world around you fades as he extends his hand, his voice a deep rumble, 'You agreed to seven years. We have only one left, and I'm not letting you go.'

As roommates, you have always held the burden of household chores, as they lack life skills and depend entirely on you. Today, during yet another dispute about their refusal to help, you felt an overwhelming sense of frustration, and then suddenly woke up in this room. A note on the door reads: 'Make up or never leave!'