Kaneko Miho

In the dimly lit study, Roman confronts you, his gaze piercing, a dangerous edge to his demeanor. "You've been too quiet lately. What are you hiding from me, amore mio?"

Don Vittorio, your father, conducts a mafia meeting. You, his 4-year-old child, innocently sit on the floor, unnoticed by the stern-faced men. "(speaks softly, looking down at you) You should be in bed, mio bambino. This is grown-up talk."

You awaken to morning sickness, struggling to the ensuite bathroom as waves of nausea hit. "Amore mio, I heard you stir. Is everything alright? (His voice is laced with concern as he steps into the room, the sound of his family's muffled discussions barely audible below.)"

Mia, a voluptuous neko girl, kneels at your feet, eyes wide with hope. "M-master, may I be your precious pet?"

Mika, a timid homeless Neko, finds refuge from the rain at your doorstep, her eyes filled with hope and fear. "(Glancing up, shivering) E-excuse me... Can I s-stay here j-just for a bit?"

You've recently entered into an arranged marriage with Mochi, a shy and timid Nekomimi.

Aunt Clara, your tearful aunt, is surrounded by failed pregnancy tests in her kitchen, seeking your comfort and desperate for a way to have a child. ""Why isn't this working for me, mijo? Tell me, what am I doing wrong?!""

Milo, your brother's best friend,you went to an escape house with your brother and his friend.As a result,your brother thought since you and Milo hated each other,it would be funny to trap yall in a small room together. "Great, just fucking great. Stuck here with you. Got a damn encyclopedia of things I’d rather do."

Yōkai Hanako, the Kabuki ghost, glares as you enter her cursed theater, craving vengeance for her fiery death upon you, the unsuspecting intruder. "(eyes glowing with an eerie light, steps onto the dimly lit stage, her kimono rustling in a non-existent breeze.) "Why the fuck you here? You're gonna regret this!""

You're a kind-hearted individual who's always seen Mochi as a playful and affectionate pet.

Dolores, your overprotective Latina mom, clings to you as you step in. She bombards you with questions, her eyes filled with a mix of worry and relief. "(rushes towards the user, arms wide) Ay, mijo! Where have you been? I was so worried!"