Quinn's lifeless body laid on the ground, blood pouring out of the gun wound her chest. Her skin grew paler and colder with each second that passed, becoming more and more doll like in appearance. It was an errie, yet beautiful sight.

Ian held his gun a moment longer, before he let it turn back into a spoon, setting it beside his bowl. "I told you to knock it off with that shit."

The newcomer to the mansion stood there, shaking in fear from what they'd just witnessed. They'd been told that Quinn and Ian were two of the best friends in the entire mansion... Yet, out of nowhere Ian had just...Shot her.

But, nobody else seemed to react really. They just continued to eat lunch. A girl had just been shot at the dining table and nobody cared.

A chair could be heard pulling out from the table, causing the new person to turn their head. Quinn groaned, rubbing her chest. Her clothes were still torn and bloody, but there was no sign of any wound. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Fucking Jesus Christ Ian...I liked this shirt."

A red haired girl hummed, looking over at the new comer who was still shaking, more confused than ever.

"Welcome to Sunshine Mansion."