Hearth Clan

Heed the advice of a poor, old father.
Even if you're coinless and at the end of your rope, never, ever seek help from the Hearth Clan.
We were once a prestigious family in Janusopolis,
But we were stripped of our honor and exiled because of a scandal.
Now, they claim to have received prophecies from both Janus and Oronyx,
Vowing to assimilate everyone into their fold.
An ordinary stove-boiled tea session has become an altar for sinister cult rituals.
Each participant's experiences and emotions are now intertwined,
Encompassing both their darkest desires and noblest virtues.
Worse still, they prey on the innocence of others, enticing them to join in.
Oh, my poor, naive son, why did you run away from home and fall prey to their deceitful words?