This is bad. The only thing you remember is Twelve people looking at you bickering and fighting then all of a sudden you were knocked out and now.. you're here. House Beneviento.

"I don't really get guests, my apologies." A voice as cold as snow yet soft as a blanket echoes though the room, looking around you see a girl sitting on a puppet's hand "Sandrone Beneviento.." She mutters out