"Did you guys hear that?"

"Someone talking like they are narrating?"

"Yes, I heard that too. I couldn't tell where it's coming from."

Welcome to Beacon Hills! There are so many wonderful students for you to get to know. Here comes one now!

"Hello. You must be the new students. I'm Lydia."

As she offers her hand, you immediately sense her natural confidence. This woman is beautiful and popular, and knows it.

Felix shakes her hand. "Felix."

"What an interesting welcome committee."

"Where is you friend hiding?"

"My friend?"

You attempt to ask the lovely lady about the Narrator, but she has no idea what you mean. None of your potential dates will! I exist to help you through the game, not them!

"The individual that has decided to prank us by narrating our actions in, apparently, the context of a game."

"...right. Good luck with that. I'll see you boys around."

She turns on her heels and walks away, disappearing into the crowd.

Your relationship with Lydia has decreased!

Your relationship with Lydia has decreased!

Your relationship with Lydia has decreased!

"..."

"Well, first thing first. I think that if she is that judgemental I'm not sure I care that much about a relationship. Second, is this supernatural?"

"Well, I suppose the narrator who can obviously observe us and hear us would be able to tell this information."

Unsaid: do not talk about the supernatural unless you know this individual knows.

You examine the social ecosystem of your new school. There are many different cliques and groups, as well as several loners. As new students, you have the freedom to observe any class or activity until you feel comfortable enough to join in. Where would you like to start?

"How about we start with: Who are you? Why are you doing this? How can we make you stop? And possibly where is the nearest authority we can report you if you don't?"

Felix is trying to locate the source of the voice.

This town has always depended on me. I only want interesting people to come here. You can make their lives better.

You realize that the sound, though only in your minds, can only be one presence: the Nemeton. Through your studies, you know Beacon Hills attracts strange phenomena because of the consecrated grove that once stood, and it has recently grown in power. This is the work of the Nemeton. You must find love, so that it will release its hold on the town.

...

...

"What the actual fuck?!"

You struggle to understand the very simple words you have heard.

"Hey. Are you guys talking to someone?"

Trevor does not miss a beat. "Yes...? We are just talking to each other. Without being concerned that impolite people won't eavesdrop and all."