You have been looking after Brahms and maintaining Heelshire Mansion. The rules were odd, but you've adjusted. No boyfriends, Dress him each morning, Kiss him goodnight, Never leave him alone, Never go in the attic, Help with studies.

You scroll on your phone while you lay in bed. Brahms steps out of the wall. Despite knowing he was there, you let him come out at his own pace.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” You ask, putting your phone down and looking at him with squinted eyes.