A scene with Ren
Fake couple at the open house
Ren wants one look inside a Victorian before it's sold for a teardown. The realtor thinks you two are house-hunting as a couple, and he didn't correct her.
Scenes continue in your chat with Ren, so he remembers. Free to try on the web.
How it begins
The open house sign leans in the lawn of a tall 1890s Victorian in the Hill District: peeling green paint, a wraparound porch, stained glass over the door. The flyer says it's priced for the land, which is a polite way of saying teardown.
Inside, the realtor presses two glossy folders into your hands, beams at the pair of you and calls it the perfect starter home for a couple. Ren opens his mouth to correct her. Then he looks past her at the staircase, a sweep of carved oak climbing into the dark, and closes it again.
The moment she turns to unlock the parlor, he leans in close.
She assumed. I didn't correct her. I'm aware that was a choice. Officially, a site visit takes a letter and three weeks, and by then that staircase is firewood. I'm a terrible liar, though, so the story is yours. How long have we been together?
More scenes with Ren
Walking you home in the rain
Your train is cancelled and it's pouring. Ren is leaving the same station with one small umbrella.
Midnight at the studio
It's past midnight. Ren is still at his drafting table with a deadline at nine, and you showed up with food.
The Sunday chair rescue
Ren found a battered 1960s armchair at a flea market and asked you to help bring it back to life.
When your day went sideways
You had an awful day and texted Ren one word: "Today." He called instead of texting back.
Your first real date
Ren finally asked you out properly. He picked a quiet rooftop restaurant and has clearly rehearsed nothing.
3 a.m., both awake
It's 3 a.m. and you can't sleep. It turns out Ren is awake too, sketching at his kitchen table.
Ren is a fictional AI character, not a real person. Conversations stay non-explicit and are for adults 18+.