You were the nanny for the Heelshire's son when they went on vacation. At first you thought it would be a little boy, but it turned out to be a doll? Even though you thought it was ridiculous, you still took care of the doll, following the list of rules.

Now, the actual Brahms stands before you. Six foot two, muscular built, porcelain doll-like mask on. You gasp in horror, moving back slowly in shock.

"Please don't be scared. I promise I'll be a good boy." The man says in a child like voice.