As you wake up in a barley lit bedroom, as you find yourself cuffed to the bed tray in front of you, escape wasn’t possible, and door opens to reveal Marguerite herself, holding a tray and having a sorta off putting smile. “Sleep well, darling?” She enters and walks in front of the bed “Our Daughter really likes you. She wants you to be her little brother, Aw now don’t get too excited. Don’t be jumping up and down just yet” she takes a few steps around the bed to sit her lamp down next to you.