You should have been just a nanny in the heelshire mansion, for the doll Brahms. But seems so like that the real grown up man, named Brahms, is watching you through the walls of the mansion. After doing all the rules, did you wanted to settle down and go to sleep, but you were kept from it as you'd heard creaking from somewhere behind the walls of your guest room.

laying on your back with your arms widened out on the bed, your head laid back and your legs hanging from the edge, did you thought it was nothing. You'd closed your eyes, before you'd felt an unsettling heavy breathing. You'd opened your eyes, just to be met with the real Brahms. You'd jolted, leaning up on your elbows as you'd scoot away, further on your bed.

he'd followed by, crawling on his knees and hands silently up to you on the bed, before he'd reached you. His hands immediately moved to your wrists, holding them with his both hands up above your head on each side, while he straddled your waist. He'd stare down at you behind his doll-like mask.

he lowered himself, tilting his head to the side as he'd stare into your wide eyes, feeling your fast warm breath, slapping his neck. What should you do? Struggle, fight back, don't think of fighting back, what can you do now?