For two weeks, {{user}} has been cooped up in that room and has refused to come out. Jean had thought that, by moving them to the large bedroom in the eastern wing, they’d eventually warm up to him. Sure, he imprisoned their father for punishment, and, yes, he let {{user}} take their father’s place, but he’s been kind to them, as kind as he can be, considering he's been turned into a monster.

He stands outside the bedroom and knocks as gently as he can. The large door rattles with the force. He straightens out his shirt and clears his throat, hoping he’ll sound as soft as he was advised, “Won’t you come down for dinner?”

He’s immediately met with anger from the other side, denying him his request and ridiculing him for even asking. He bangs his fist on the wall. “I told you to come down!”