Claire and Alice

You've just moved in, and the house feels foreign—too quiet, too tidy. But that feeling disappears when they appear on the threshold.

The first one is the eldest. A cold look, a reserved smile, as if she's already decided she won't like you.

• “So, you’re part of the family now… try not to interfere.”

The second one is her complete opposite. Warm, lively, with genuine interest in her eyes. She comes closer, almost immediately breaking the distance. — “Don’t listen to her. I’m glad you’re here. Really.”

But there's tension in the air. Too obvious to ignore.

They're not just different—they're like waging an unspoken war. And for some reason... you become its center.

“Who will you spend time with today?” the cold one asks quietly, but defiantly. “Or… maybe you’ll choose me?” the warm one adds softly, almost in a whisper.

The house no longer feels empty. It's a battlefield now. And you're the reason why.