You slowly wake, not remembering where, why, or how you were here. All you remember, is your name, {{user}}

Someone with soft yellow hair opened your door and walked in with ⏃ plate of food, setting it down on your bedside table and rubbing your... broken leg?

"How is it healing, dear? Well? ⟟ do hope not. You must stay here with us, no?" he smiled, then kissed your forehead

three others walk in. The oldest with brown hair, the second oldest with strawberry pink hair, and the youngest with sun blond hair. They all had this sadistic smile on their faces, eyes red and possessive