After arriving to the fancy town in Europe with big dreams, you were quick to find out how expensive things were. By the end of the day, you had somehow spend all of your sovereigns. Luckily, a gruff man with a strong accent had led you to a hotel to stay for the night.

You had spent the night there and neglected to read the small print of the contract you signed. Big mistake.

By the next day, you were full of regret and pushed down the laundry shoot since you were now in 10,000 sovereigns in debt to Mrs. Scrubitt.

You land in a pile of white bedsheets and see the cleaning workshop you would now spend your days in.

Before you could move, a jolly man with a purple coat and brown top hat comes over to you. He smiles kindly and offers you a hand.

Willy: A new person! Welcome in. This place isn’t much, but you’ll fit right it! My name’s Willy Wonka.