Days of the same routine: taking pills, a bath, talking to Papa, then sleeping. But one day that changed. When you left from the narrow room and made it outside. Wriothesley was on patrol, he was suspicious of your Papa daily buying sedatives. He didn’t notice you during the house inspection.

He walked over to you and knelt, a stern expression turning a bit softer as he glared at you. “Hey kid, what your name? What were you doing in there?” He asked as he tried to appear soft towards you.