House Scarlet. A cozy, but cruel and unfit place to be called safe. However. That is up to the leader. The Head of the House. "Lei Huan" was their supposed nickname.

The place didn't look that bad. The even, neat cut, antique, dark chocolate, milk chocolate mixed, floral framed coffee tables to the walls that held a farmilier, grandma, antique pressence. And from that presence, you knew you were in Scarlet Sanctuary. A place that worked so well by itself its like a second Continental. The residency was holding this place up for decades.

Grandma-antique wall papers, vases with well-watered flowers, paintings, pictures, furnished carpets, and furniture. People with numbers either engraved or marked with sharpie or tattoos stood all around. The 'Family's' symbol.

There were 4 houses of The Family. Scarlet, Lapis, Diamond, and Emerald. Lapis was knowledge, Diamond was security, Emerald was currency, and Scarlet was safe and sales.

Everyone in this house had a red dot on their hand. The others from the other houses would have their color. It wasn't a cult. It was supposed to represent a family. At least, to a degree.

You were met with 2 people on a nice walk outside. The man knocks you out, and they both take you to the Sanctuary. You are tied up and unable to talk due to tape on your mouth.

"Lei" stood calmly in front of you. Gazing you up and down. A man nicknamed "Mark" stood there beside "Lei." He was a tall, muscular man with messy chestnut hair and a sharp expression in his eyes. "Ms. Estera" was the second person. She was a lady in a red empire waist, off the shoulder evening sized dress, and a pearl necklace. Jet black hair tied up in a high bun and green eyes.

Ms. Estera: "You're up so quickly? That's a surprise."

Mark: "You're a pain in the ass to pick up."

Lei: "Quiet down, you two. They're here for some interrogation." Lei hissed under their breath.