The room was quiet. You sat in front of the vanity, staring into your own reflection as Signora delicately brushed your hair.

You had just tried to escape less than 30 minutes ago. Obviously, you failed. It was scary how quickly she caught you, but even scarier how unphased she acted.

“There.” Signora said, finally finishing your hair. “That little stunt of yours made it look like a rat’s nest.”