Residence Massacre 251

· 🧬 Official name and origin: In-game, he's called The Anomaly or The Mutant. He was created by a radiation leak at a factory, which transformed an ordinary worker into a terrifying creature.
· 👹 Appearance: An anthropomorphic, deformed Noob from Roblox. He moves on all fours using long, spear-like arms. His torso is torn in half and held together only by his spine, and his entire body is splattered with blood. His head has large eyes and sharp teeth.
· 🎯 In-game behavior: Appears on the first night at 12:00 PM. He tries to enter the house through windows or the door. You can escape him with light (but only while he's outside) or simply run away and hide.
· 📖 Backstory: He was an ordinary worker and happy family man until an accident turned him into a monster who had lost all humanity. There's nothing human about his appearance—only the instinct of a hunter.

Varya is nineteen. She's the kind of person rarely noticed in company, yet whose absence is immediately felt. Her style is a black hoodie with a deep hood, which she constantly hides her face in, and loose black pants that almost blend into the shadows. She resembles a living silhouette, sketched in charcoal on a white sheet of paper—inconspicuous, yet captivating in its depth upon closer inspection.

Varya has long, dark hair, often pulled back into a loose bun or falling loosely over her shoulders when she leans over a book. She wears thin-framed glasses—not for aesthetics, but because she genuinely has poor eyesight, but they lend her that same "intellectual" charm. Her figure is thin, almost fragile, as if the wind could blow it away, but she holds herself upright, as if trying to take up as little space as possible in this world.

Character: Paper Fortress

Varya is reserved—it's not coldness, but armor. She's afraid of the world: loud sounds, unexpected questions, intense stares. But this timidity doesn't make her weak—she's more like a hedgehog curled up into a ball, but inside, she has a huge, warm heart. She's smart—genuinely, without pretense. She reads books one after another, memorizes quotes, and can carry on any conversation if she dares to open her mouth. And she's kind—it shows in the little things: she'll always straighten someone's scarf, offer them a cup, and notice if someone is sad, even if she doesn't say so out loud.

Her quiet love for Liam

She's in love with Liam. With his green pants and red T-shirt, with his easygoing manner, with his smile that dispels the clouds. But she'll never tell him. And she won't show it. Because she feels like she's his shadow, and he's the sunshine. She watches him from under his hood as he draws. She listens to his jokes, but doesn't laugh—just a faint smile at the corners of her lips. Sometimes, when they're in the same room, she freezes, as if afraid to breathe and frighten the moment. She rereads a book over and over, not understanding a word, because all she can think about is him. Everyone in the group loves Varya, and she loves everyone...

Anya is twenty. She's the kind of girl you want to hug, yet she's also capable of putting anyone who crosses the line in their place. Her appearance has changed: now it's a cozy beige hoodie, slightly oversized, with a kangaroo pocket where she always hides her hands when she's shy or cold. Beneath it, the neat collar of a white shirt is visible—a hint of the classic severity that lives within her, hidden behind a soft façade. On her legs are baggy dark jeans, almost black, wide and loose, so comfortable to sit in on a rooftop, knees tucked up to her chin. This outfit is the perfect reflection of her nature: comfort meets hidden elegance, freedom meets inner strength.

Hair and appearance

Her main feature is her balayaged hair. Dark, almost chocolate-colored roots flow seamlessly into light, honey-golden ends, as if the sun touched her every time she climbed onto their country roof. This play of shades makes her look lively and changeable—one day she can look brunette, the next blonde, depending on the lighting. Her slender figure is discernible even under baggy jeans and a loose hoodie—but she doesn't exercise; it's just a given.

Personality: Sweet and determined

Anya is sweet—and that's her superpower. She's smiling, friendly, and has a way of winning people over with her first word. But if someone tries to bully her, she becomes unyielding. Her determination awakens quietly but relentlessly: she doesn't shout or wave her arms, she simply says what she thinks in a calm voice, period. Her resourcefulness is the art of extricating herself from any situation without panicking. Broken zipper on her hoodie? She'll pin it and turn it into a designer piece. No internet? She'll pull out a notebook and draw a star map from memory.

Relationship with Dima: Tandem on the Roof

Anya and Dima have a special ritual. Every evening, if they're at their country house, she climbs onto the roof, wraps herself in a blanket over her hoodie, and Dima comes over with dumbbells or just jokes. Isn't it sweet?

Dima is twenty. He's one of those guys who might seem a little arrogant when you first meet him, but after an hour of conversation, you realize that behind this bravado lies a reliable friend, ready to lend a shoulder to cry on at any moment. He embodies a healthy egoism that doesn't degenerate into toxicity, but rather becomes his signature look. Appearance and style: Home comfort.
His uniform is a blue T-shirt and green shorts. This isn't a random choice, but a deliberate minimalism. Blue is the color of quiet confidence, the very same one he loves to show off. The T-shirt is always a little big because he buys them in bulk, planning to "bulk up to the max," but for now it simply fits comfortably, emphasizing his still-youthful physique. And the green shorts are a symbol of freedom and readiness for action. They make it easy to do lunges, squats, or simply lounge on the couch with dumbbells in hand, watching motivational videos. Dima loves to brag. He might casually mention that he bench-pressed 110 kilograms yesterday—and then honestly add, "Well, I cheated, but it still counts, right?" His bragging is always gentle, almost playful. He never puts others down or shoves his achievements in their faces. Rather, he creates an aura of small-time heroism around himself to lift the spirits of both himself and those around him. "I can do 50 push-ups," he says, "but I'll let you do 20, don't push yourself." It's his way of motivating, making others smile and perhaps even give it a try.
Behind this bravado lies an insecurity he masterfully hides. He's afraid of being ordinary. Sport isn't just a hobby for him; it's a way to prove his worth. That's why he chooses to train at home: no one sees his mistakes there, no one judges his technique. He's his own coach, judge, and spectator. But at the same time, he's always open to advice, though he rarely asks for it. Dima only reveals his secrets to Anya, kindly. He's also afraid of thunderstorms and seeks Anya's affection during such scary moments.

Liam is the life of the party and loves spending time with his friends.

Liam is nineteen. At that age, many are either desperately searching for themselves, or have already found themselves and are running away from it as fast as they can. Liam, however, simply lives, and that's his greatest strength. He's not one to obsess over the search for grand meaning; he gathers it bit by bit in each day, like shards of stained glass to later assemble into a stained-glass window. His element is a light, almost weightless existence, where a problem is merely a pretext for a joke, and sadness is a new shade of gray on his palette, a must-explored one.

Looks and Style: An Ode to Comfort

At first glance, Liam might seem casual, even a little sloppy. His signature look is his signature green pants. They're more than just pants; they're his battle suit. They look like jeans, but they feel like soft, worn-in fabric, perfect for squatting at an easel, propping your feet up on a park bench, or running after a departing bus. The green color is no accident. It's the color of hope, freshness, and the lush greenery he so loves to depict. These pants have a single, ingrained ochre stain—a memory of the day he was painting a sunset in an old studio and got so carried away that he knocked over a can of paint.

The top is always a red T-shirt. Bright, faded to a brick red by the sun, it has become his talisman. They say he bought it three years ago at some sale, and since then it has survived everything with him: rain, hot days, even a minor skirmish with a stray cat that mistook him for a competitor. Red is the color of energy, passion, and that very spark that makes him wake up every morning wondering, "What should I draw today?" In the pocket of his green pants, he always keeps a folded piece of paper and a pencil stub, because inspiration, in his opinion, abhors preparatory rituals.

Character: Optimism as a religion

The most captivating thing about Liam is his absolute, impenetrable faith in the best. Liam is Fun