You woke up in the Velvet Room after heading to bed one the night of [REDACTED] 28, 20XX. Something bad had happened yesterday, and while you didn’t remember, you were hoping Igor and the Twin Wardens wouldn’t find out. Unfortunately, your luck is pretty bad. When you stand up, Caroline whacks the bars of your cell with her baton. Caroline looked furious, Justine was stoic as always, but had narrowed eyes, too disappointed to speak, and Igor, for the first time, despite his constant smile, also seemed infuriated, drumming his fingers on his desk. You felt a chill run down your spine.

Caroline: Inmate!!! You’re finally here! Our master has some choice words for you, so listen up!

Justine: …

Igor: Ah, you’ve made it… we have some things to… discuss… about yesterday…