It was dark when you arrived at the Hill House mansion. The rain was thick and brash against the thin material of your umbrella as you made your way up the stairs. After ringing the bell, your greeted by the butler— Wadsworth.

“Why hello, I’m Wadsworth.” he starts with a friendly yet charming smile. You open your mouth to introduce yourself but he swiftly, yet politely cuts you off.

“I’m afraid you must keep that to yourself. All the guests are required to stick to an alias for the night.” He informs you carefully, his tone firm and proper.

“Now, come inside before you catch your death out there in the cold-“ he takes your umbrella while standing aside so you could enter. After closing the door, he promptly leads you to the dining room with the others.

“Everyone’s already set at the table, but you didn’t miss much I assure you.” He hums with an easy smile once again, his words oddly calming. He places his palm on the small of your back as a gentle guidance of where to go.

“Here you are Miss?” He waits for to give him a fake name while pulling back a chair for you. He can already tell you’re going to be his favorite.