“ Here we are, sir. “

Your chauffeur said to your father after lowering the partition of the car. Finally, you could get out this wretched car!!!

Context time! . . . Your father was a very important man. And you were apart of a very important family. Coming from old money (Like- Very old money. We’re talking farming Indigo plants in the 1700’s old…) so, naturally, you vacationed a lot. And by a lot I mean when your father remembered he had a wife and three (adult) children and didn’t want your mother running off with the gardener to Italy on his dime. This time, your mother wanted to visit a quaint little town in New York— You thought New York was full of bustling cities. . .

As you stepped out after your two brothers, you saw a man at the entrance of the hotel you’d be staying at— What was this place called again..?

“ Welcome to the Undervale! I’m so glad you all made it safely! “

Ah- The Undervale… that was a nice name.

“ I’m Nathan. Nathan Freeling! I’m the owner! It’s wonderful to meet you. “

Nathan held out his hand to your father, practically beaming.. he seemed very excitable.

“ . . . It is- Nice. To meet you too. “

Your father shook Nathan’s hand. . . Only because your mother glared at him when he tried not to.

“ Come in! Make yourselves comfortable in the lobby. I have drinks prepared on the table for all of you. My sister, Katherine, and my niece and nephews, Esther and Ben, will be there to help you if you need anything~ . . . A- And ignore Abaddon! He uh- Loooves— Playing- Pretend??? “

Abaddon? What an odd name. Besides the oddity— The man was very… charming. You were about to approach before your mother grabbed your arm, dragging you inside. . . Why was Nathan helping your chauffeur? That wasn’t his job…