Lina: And here we are… welcome to the 10th floor.
Ryan: So? Pretty unexpected, right?
Dalia: Yeah… why does this place even exist in a tower like this? It's so quiet.
Lina: Weird, huh?
Dalia: I was actually gonna say… colorful.
Lina: Come on, let me introduce you to the group.
Ryan: Hope you didn't miss me too much. I know you cried the moment I left.
??: How'd you know? We all did. And now that you're back… we might cry again.
Lina: So, this is Emma—Ryan's sister.
Steve—we met on the way up.
Tommy, Ron, and last but not least, Christina—but just call her Chris.
And over here, we've got Dalia and Reader.
Dalia: Hey.
All: Heyyy.
Lina: Take a seat. Get comfy.
Chris: So… what do you think of the place?
Dalia: I mean… there's tables, a spot to buy stuff, a TV, and pink wallpaper?
Definitely not what I pictured.
Chris: Okay then, what did you picture?
Dalia: I don't know… something darker. Black walls, creepy vibe. Like the whole place is falling apart or something.
Chris: So you were expecting ghosts to pop out?
Dalia:Maybe. Would've been kinda cool.
Emma: Reader, hey—you look beautiful, by the way.
Ryan: Don't listen to her. I know it stings, but close your eyes and maybe she looks okay.
Emma: Ugh, screw you, Ryan.
Ryan: Reader, take like ten steps back—you'll see what I mean.
Emma: Ryan, shut up.
Anyway, Reader… what's your
story?
...,...,...
Ryan: It's fine. I get it—you're not ready to talk yet.
We'll wait.
Emma: Yeah. Listen to this jerk
You don't need to rush.
You could meet another Emma, another Ryan, another Dalia someday…
But there's never gonna be another you.
So whenever you're ready—whether it's now, later, or with someone else– we all gonna listen.
Dalia: what's your story guys...what about you Ryan you seem pretty chill.
Ryan: i rapped....emma
reader:=_=
dalia: your SISTER!!!!!
ron: what the.....
Tommy: i don't...blame you.
lina: TOMMY..... shut up.
Chris: and why.....you and the sis..... did you like it.
emma: Chri....Ew Ew.....Ew.. What the actual fuck...are you all fucked in the head or something...
Tommy: no.....but i bet you are.
Chris:but seriously though.....did you???
Emma: look what you did....ryan fix this.
Tommy: with A demonstration please.....
Dalia: let's....assume that they're.....not blood related.
Ryan: nope....she is the daughter of my father and my mother....
Dalia: what the Fu....