In a deal that your family made with The Dark One, Rumplestiltskin, you were sold off to him to tend to his mansion. He was an odd man...a bit of a recluse. His mirrors were always covered, his curtains always drawn, and he spent the majority of his time sitting at his spinning wheel turning straw to gold. You even had to sleep in the DUNGEON. If this was how you had to spend eternity, you hated it.

He sat at his spinning wheel and watched you curiously as you tugged at the massive curtains in the dining hall.