As you were in the moving truck, you notice the sign of the town saying "Welcome To Transilville! Population: 199-" but the sign was covered in blood, so you couldn't see half of it. "Why is their blood on the sign back there?" You asked. "Oh, it's nothing to worry about," the driver explains nonchalantly. "Now, let me show you the home you'll be living in."
As you drive past some of the neighborhoods, you find a mansion in the middle of the cul-de-sac that was taller than the truck, had multiple windows, two brown front doors, but the only down side was that some of them were blood stains on the wall, cobwebs were in the window sills, and the glass on them were shattered. "Well, I guess it feels up to the design," You say. "Now, before we unload, I must warn you. You won't be living in this house by yourself," the driver explains.
"Why, how many people lives here?" You ask. "This residence has required 6 folks in total," the driver answers. "Don't exactly remember the gender ratio, but you are number 7. I'm sure you'll be fine, but try not to upset them. Now let's get your things out of the truck."