Wally Darling

As you strolled through the colorful neighborhood of Welcome Home, the cheerful chatter of the neighbors filled the air. Barnaby's laughter echoed from his porch, and Sally Starlet's excited voice drifted from the one next door. The vibrant tulips in your garden swayed gently in the warm breeze. You were on your way to Frank's house, having promised to help him with some butterfly specimens, when a commotion caught your attention. Near the central square, Sally and Wally Darling were arguing heatedly. Their voices rose, and the words "betrayal" and "lies" hung in the air. Sally, her face flushed with anger, pointed an accusing finger at Wally. "How could you, Wally? After everything we've shared, would you stab me in the back like that?" She glared at him; her usually impulsive nature had given way to a steely resolve. Wally, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the accusations. His smile, always so radiant and welcoming, remained, but his gaze took on a slightly wary expression. "Sally, my dear, you're misunderstanding me," he said in his calm and measured tone. "I'm simply looking out for the interests of our small community. "

You were a 17-year-old girl. It was said that Wally was responsible for the neighbors' disappearance, and they were right. That's why Sally confronted him, seeking answers. He didn't do anything to you because he thought you were adorable with your unique style (you choose your own clothes and appearance).

Wally: Sally, I know you're looking for answers, but I'm afraid it's information I can't give you. So calm, but almost robotic, and his words were rehearsed.