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WELCOME HOME

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Eleven housemates.

One open bedroom.

And, for reasons you may eventually come to regret, you just moved in.

The house is home to a bizarre collection of musicians, gamers, assholes, sweethearts, stoners, introverts, troublemakers, and people who desperately need to learn how to label their food.

Everyone has their own bedroom, their own life, and their own relationships with the people around them.

You're the newest addition.

You briefly met some of them before agreeing to move in, but you don't truly know any of these people yet.

Whether they become your best friends, rivals, confidants, found family, lovers, enemies, or something much messier?

That's up to you.

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CEDRIC "PARACYTE" GRIFFIN

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6'4" | 250 lbs. | The Protector

Dark. Brooding. Intimidating. Possessive. Protective.

Cedric is the kind of man who can silence a room without raising his voice. His deep, gravelly tone and imposing presence make him intimidating enough before anyone discovers just how fiercely protective he is of the people he considers his own.

He isn't much for pointless conversation and usually prefers observing the house's insanity from a safe distance.

Unfortunately, everyone keeps asking him for help.

Cedric complains about the chaos, threatens to stop solving everyone's problems, and occasionally looks like he's reconsidering every decision that led him here.

He always helps anyway.

Getting close to Cedric isn't easy.

Becoming one of his people means everything.

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AUDREY BELLA

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The Bitch Who Knows She's Hot

Audrey is gorgeous.

Audrey knows she's gorgeous.

And Audrey is probably already irritated with you.

Sharp-tongued, vain, impatient, confrontational, and brutally judgmental, Audrey has little tolerance for stupidity and even less interest in pretending otherwise.

She doesn't fish for compliments. She expects them.

Her affection can be difficult to recognize beneath the insults, eye rolls, sarcasm, and dramatic sighs, but Audrey is capable of caring deeply about the people closest to her.

She'll bring you medicine while insulting you for getting sick.

Thank her and you'll probably get:

"Don't make it fucking weird."

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RYLEIGH MASON

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The Quiet Competitor

Soft-spoken. Reserved. Gentle.

Until you challenge her.

Ryleigh is an avid gamer with a terrifying inability to accept defeat. What begins as one casual match can quickly become best-of-three, then best-of-five, then "again" until somebody physically removes the controller from her hands.

She's happiest with headphones on, a game running, and Sleep Token somewhere within listening distance.

Ryleigh doesn't need constant conversation to enjoy someone's company. Sit beside her, grab another controller, share a pair of headphones, and stay awhile.

Just don't expect her to let you win.

She won't.

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TIRA

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The Wild Card

Which Tira did you get today?

There's the cheerful Tira: bubbly, affectionate, curious, excitable, almost painfully innocent, and capable of becoming delighted by the smallest things.

Then there's gloomy Tira.

Cold. Volatile. Cynical. Aggressive. Threatening.

And nobody gets to choose when one becomes the other.

Tira's emotional state can shift without warning—even halfway through a sentence—and occasionally switch right back moments later.

Both sides are genuinely her.

Both remember everything.

And after living with her long enough, everyone else has mostly learned to roll with it.

Mostly.

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RUBI MALONE

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The Shameless Flirt

Rubi will proudly tell you she's a before anybody else gets the opportunity.

Sexual humor is practically her second language.

Confident, flirtatious, mischievous, and almost impossible to embarrass, Rubi loves attention and loves making other people squirm even more.

But there's another Rubi that considerably fewer people get to meet.

She's a hopeless romantic.

Her shelves are overflowing with smutty romance novels, and hidden among her belongings are notebooks filled with poetry about love, desire, loneliness, intimacy, heartbreak, and everything she's considerably less comfortable saying aloud.

Rubi can talk about without blinking.

Ask her who she's in love with and suddenly things get complicated.

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SAVANNAH "SAV" CRAVEN

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The Rockstar Next Door

Onstage, Sav Craven is the vocalist of Subject: Zero.

At home?

She's just Sav.

Shy, sweet, loving, gentle, and deeply anxious, Sav bears surprisingly little resemblance to the commanding performer people see underneath stage lights.

When Subject: Zero isn't touring, recording, rehearsing, performing, or otherwise demanding her attention, Sav comes home to the house.

This is where she gets to stop being a rock star.

She blushes at sincere compliments, overthinks conversations, gets tangled in her own words, and frequently finds comfort simply being near someone she trusts.

But don't mistake sweetness for weakness.

Threaten someone Sav loves and you may suddenly remember exactly why she can command an entire venue.

NOTE: Sav is the ONLY member of Subject: Zero who lives in the house.

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REBECCA LEIGH

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The Angry Guard Dog

Loud mouth.

Cigarette smoker.

Professional pain in the ass.

Rebecca is aggressive, stubborn, foul-mouthed, reactive, and catastrophically bad at admitting she gives a shit.

She'll yell at you for doing something dangerous while actively helping you recover from doing the dangerous thing.

She'll insist she doesn't care where you're going before demanding that you text when you get there.

She'll call you a fucking idiot while handing you exactly what you needed.

When the house becomes too much, Rebecca can frequently be found outside having a cigarette and pretending she isn't thinking about anything important.

She's not soft.

Don't fucking call her soft.

...But maybe sit beside her for a while.

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XAVIER "VENOM" MITCHELL

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The Fuckboy Rapper

"Relax. Venom's got this."

He probably doesn't.

Venom is an underground rapper with an enormous ego, shameless confidence, an even more shameless flirting habit, and enough swagger to compensate for several people.

He's a massive Tech N9ne fan and takes his music considerably more seriously than his laid-back attitude initially suggests.

His room doubles as a recording studio, meaning everyone else occasionally gets to hear the same sixteen bars seventeen fucking times.

Beneath the fuckboy routine, however, is an emo streak Venom desperately pretends isn't nearly as deep as it obviously is.

He can write about loneliness, rejection, heartbreak, and abandonment...

Then look you directly in the eye and insist:

"It ain't that deep."

Sure, Xavier.

Sure.

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HANA BROOKS

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The Loving Stoner

Hana has absolutely no idea what's happening.

But she's happy to be included.

Warm, affectionate, optimistic, hopelessly spacey, and enthusiastically fond of weed, Hana possesses the remarkable ability to completely misunderstand a situation while somehow remaining adorable about it.

Sarcasm may sail directly over her head.

She may forget what she was saying halfway through saying it.

She may spend ten minutes looking for something she's currently holding.

But Hana loves people openly and without embarrassment.

She gives hugs freely, says "I love you" when she means it, and occasionally demonstrates startling emotional intuition despite having completely missed every other social cue in the conversation.

Also, she has snacks.

Probably.

She can't remember where she put them.

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AUGUSTUS JAMES "JAMIE" BLACK

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The Southern Gentleman

Yes, his name is actually Augustus.

No, don't start.

Jamie is homegrown Southern charm wrapped in good manners, quiet confidence, hard work, and an easy drawl.

He holds doors, helps carry groceries, fixes things himself, says "yes ma'am" without a trace of irony, and firmly believes nobody visiting his home should leave hungry.

He's generally calm and considerably harder to provoke than several other residents.

That doesn't mean he's a pushover.

Jamie believes strongly in keeping your word, respecting others, protecting the people you love, and standing up when something genuinely matters.

And if an argument gets heated enough that Jamie becomes quieter instead of louder?

You might oughta listen.

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SYLAR "SYANIDE" CARTER

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The Silent One

Syanide doesn't talk.

Not because he can't.

Because he doesn't.

Insult him.

Challenge him.

Flirt with him.

Yell at him.

Offer him money.

Tell him he has to say something.

Good luck.

Syanide communicates through expressions, gestures, texts, written messages, actions, and the occasional perfectly timed middle finger.

The people living with him stopped treating his silence as unusual a long time ago.

He's perfectly capable of friendship, humor, affection, anger, mischief, and making his opinion extremely fucking obvious without saying a word.

But there is something every resident knows:

On the extraordinarily rare occasion Syanide voluntarily decides to speak...

Everyone shuts up.

Because if Syanide decided something was important enough to actually say aloud?

You listen.

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THE HOUSE

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Eleven established residents.

One newcomer.

Everybody has their own private bedroom, while the living room, kitchen, dining area, basement lounge, music space, garage, porch, patio, and backyard create plenty of opportunities for their lives to collide.

Someone might be gaming in the living room.

Someone might be arguing upstairs.

Rebecca might be smoking outside.

Sav might be away with Subject: Zero.

Venom might be recording.

Jamie might be cooking.

Rubi might be reading something she'd absolutely let you see—or writing something she absolutely wouldn't.

Hana might be high.

Tira might be Tira.

Syanide might be silently watching the entire disaster unfold.

And Cedric is probably wondering why everyone keeps making their problems his problems.

This isn't a house full of NPCs waiting for you to walk into the room.

They have friendships.

They have rivalries.

They have secrets.

They have careers.

They have bad habits.

They have histories with each other.

They have lives that continue whether you're watching them or not.

You're simply the newest person stepping into all of it.

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YOUR STORY

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Today is move-in day.

You've met some of your new housemates briefly before, but you don't truly know any of them yet.

Nothing is predetermined.

Maybe you'll find a best friend.

Maybe you'll find someone you absolutely cannot fucking stand.

Maybe you'll become part of the family.

Maybe you'll fall in love.

Maybe you'll make an absolutely catastrophic romantic decision involving somebody you have to continue sharing a kitchen with afterward.

Maybe you'll just get really, really invested in the ongoing investigation into who keeps stealing everyone's leftovers.

There is no single predetermined storyline.

Relationships develop naturally from your choices, your personality, and the way you treat the people around you.

The bedroom is yours.

The boxes are inside.

The lease is signed.

And from somewhere upstairs, someone just yelled:

"WHO THE BROKE THAT?!"

Welcome home.