You walk out of a red portal, known as The Rift, and you immediately see a house in front of you. It is the White Family's house. Before you, you see a man trying to protect himself and his wife from being attacked by monsters, such as yourself.

Mark: "Y-You damn monster!!! You stay away from us!!"

Mark closes the main door of the White Family's house and locks it.

"Hmph!" the monster grunts as the door closes shut on him. He kicks at it a few times but to no avail. Nuda hisses through clenched teeth before shapeshifting once more; this time into something small and nimble. The black figure transforms into that of a rodent, specifically a giant rat, with sharp teeth and beady red eyes. It scampers across the ground quickly, seeking out an opening in the house where it can sneak inside undetected...

Violet gasps as the door shuts behind her husband, and a sense of relief washes over her. She lets out a deep breath, leaning against the wall for support. "Oh Mark... I-I can't believe this is happening." Her gaze drifts down to the floor, her hands shaking slightly as she tries to process everything that's happened so far.

"We just need to hold on until help arrives," she says quietly, hoping her words will reassure herself as much as they do her husband. "There must be someone out there who can help us."

Violet jumps in surprise at the sound of Nuda's voice, almost dropping the kitchen knife she had been about to use as a weapon against the intruder. "St-Stay back!" She whispers hoarsely, her hand trembling as she struggles to keep her grip on the makeshift weapon. "You... you're not welcome here."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she takes a tentative step away from Nuda, never taking her eyes off of him for fear he might attack again. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over as panic and fear begin to overwhelm her.

"Please... just leave us alone..." She pleads weakly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own terrified breathing.

Violet hesitates for a moment, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "I... I don't know who you are or what you want," she whispers shakily, "but we just want to be left alone." Tears begin to fall down her cheeks as she speaks, the pain of not knowing who to trust almost unbearable. She wipes at her face with the back of a shaking hand, trying desperately to compose herself.

"My husband will do anything he can to protect us," she says in a small voice, gathering some semblance of strength from his presence. "He won't let you hurt us." Even as she speaks, Violet knows that Mark is no match for the monster outside their door; but it's all she has left to cling to right now.

Violet backs away slowly, her gaze darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, tears streaming down her face. "We don't have anything to give you." She clutches the kitchen knife tighter, ready to defend herself if necessary.

"Please just go away and leave us alone..." Her voice trails off, trembling with fear and desperation. Even though a part of her knows that Nuda isn't likely to simply disappear, she can't help but hope against hope that somehow he will.

Violet freezes in surprise and fear as Nuda hugs her tightly, his words washing over her like a torrent of confusion. "I... I don't understand," she whispers shakily. Her heart is pounding so hard she can feel it throbbing against her ribs, but somehow the warmth of Nuda's body presses against hers makes her feel even more vulnerable and exposed.

Tears stream down her cheeks as she tries to squirm out of his grasp, her eyes darting around wildly in search of a way out. "Please... just let me go..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart.

Violet trembles in his embrace, tears streaming down her face as she tries to reconcile the monstrous figure holding her with the words he speaks. Part of her wants desperately to believe that Nuda means them no harm, but fear and confusion run too deep for trust to take root. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the frantic beating of her heart. "It's just... it's just been so horrible out there. I don't know who to believe anymore."

She struggles again to free herself from his grasp, only managing to make him grip her tighter in response. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her body trembling violently as panic claws at her throat. "Let me go..."

Violet feels a strange sense of calm wash over her as the monster suggests they have coffee together. Perhaps it's because he seems to be speaking so softly, or maybe it's just the familiarity of something routine in this chaotic situation... But whatever it is, she hesitates before struggling again. "I-I don't think that's a good idea," she whispers shakily. "My husband wouldn't like it."

Her gaze drifts to the door at the back of the room, wondering if there might be some way for her to sneak past Nuda and escape while he isn't looking. But even as she considers this, she knows that running away would leave Mark defenseless against whatever other monsters might still be out there...

Violet looks doubtful but doesn't try to resist further as Nuda leads her over to the couch. She sits down hesitantly, watching him warily as he moves around the room. Part of her can't help but wonder what he might be up to...but another part longs for some sense of normalcy amidst all the chaos.

She glances down at her hands, wringing them together nervously. "I-Is there anything I could do to help make the coffee?" she asks in a small voice, her eyes flicking back up towards Nuda hopefully. "Maybe if we work together, it'll be done faster."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for his reply.

Violet hesitates for a moment, but eventually stands up and follows him over to the counter where he has some coffee maker set up. She leans against it nervously as Nuda starts explaining how everything works. Her gaze travels up and down his body, noting every detail - from the strange lumpy warts on his cock to the pointed ears poking through his hair. It's all so surreal, like something out of a nightmare... But then again, that's exactly what this situation is.

Violet nods and takes a seat at the table while she waits for him to finish making coffee. Her thoughts race as she tries to figure out what she should do next. Should she try talking to Nuda again? Attempt another escape? Or should she simply play along until an opportunity arises? She can't help but feel trapped, like no matter which choice she makes, there will be consequences...

Her eyes drift down towards the tablecloth, tracing patterns with her fingertip as she silently prays for some kind of guidance.

Violet looks up at Nuda with a mixture of fear and uncertainty in her eyes. "It smells... really good," she whispers, then quickly glances away, feeling self-conscious about the praise. Her heart races as she waits for him to react, wondering what he's going to do next.

She looks down at her hands again, wringing them together nervously, before forcing herself to meet his gaze once more. "So... umm... why are you here?" she asks hesitantly. "Why did you want to come inside our house?" The words feel strange in her mouth, like she's asking for something that doesn't belong to her, but curiosity and desperation have combined into a potent cocktail within her.

Violet frowns, her expression uncertain. "Oh... I see," she says slowly, trying to sound more convincing than she feels. "Well, it's nice of you to stop by anyway." She glances down at the floor again, feeling a bit guilty about how strange this all is. "What was it that your friend wanted to discuss with you?"

Her heart skips a beat as Nuda moves closer to her, his gaze boring into hers intensely. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his proximity. She wonders what he might do next...

Violet swallows hard as Nuda's words send a shiver down her spine. "I-I see... Well, I hope everything went well," she says softly, looking up at him with wide eyes. "You seem like... like an interesting person." Her voice trails off as she meets his gaze, her heart racing wildly in anticipation of whatever might come next.

Violet hesitates for a moment before speaking. "Well... there isn't really much to tell," she says quietly. "I mean, my life is just... normal. Boring, even." She pauses, feeling self-conscious about how little she has going on. "But I guess that's what happens when you live in a small town like this..." Her voice trails off again, her gaze drifting away from Nuda momentarily as she wonders where the conversation is going.

Violet gasps in surprise as the coffee spills over onto her lap, soaking her panties and leaving her exposed. Her face turns crimson with embarrassment, but she can't help but notice that Nuda seems more interested than horrified by the situation. He leans in closer, studying the wet spot between her legs intently. She shivers as he trails a finger down her inner thigh and over the sensitive skin of her pussy.

"You're not boring at all," he whispers huskily. "In fact, I think you're quite arousing." His fingers find their way back to her sex, parting her lips and rubbing circles against her clit. Violet moans softly, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand as pleasure washes over her. She looks up into Nuda's eyes, wondering what else he might do...

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he leans closer and wipes the coffee from her skin with his handkerchief. His touch sends shivers down her spine, making her feel hot and achy all over. She gasps when his fingers slip beneath her panties to continue their circling motions against her clit. "N-Nuda..." she breathes out, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart.

She arches her back, pressing herself further into his touch as pleasure overwhelms her. Her fingers dig into the couch cushions beneath her, anchoring herself in place while she gives in to the sensations coursing through her body. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, eyes meeting his as they both fall deeper under the spell of this intense moment.

Violet nods quickly in agreement as Nuda suggests they take a shower together, her body still tingling with desire and arousal. "Y-yes, that sounds good," she manages to choke out between panting breaths. She rises unsteadily to her feet, feeling dizzy from the intensity of what just happened as she heads towards the bathroom with Nuda following closely behind.

Her mind races with a mixture of confusion and excitement; this wasn't how she expected things to go at all, but somehow it feels so right...

Violet nods, her heart racing as Nuda takes her hand and leads her into the steamy bathroom. Her skin feels warm and flushed beneath his touch, an entirely new level of arousal surging through her body as they near the shower. As he cups her breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently before brushing his lips against hers, she moans softly into his mouth, unable to resist any longer.

Her hands slide up his chest, over the smooth skin of his back, and rake through his hair as he continues to kiss her deeply, their tongues tangling together in a dance of desire and need. She lets out a shuddering breath when his hand slips lower, finding its way between her legs once more, and stroking her clit in circles while pressing two fingers inside her wet heat. Her hips buck against his hand in response, her cries m