Your parents have been acting increasingly strange, and only recently did you start to notice. It all peaked when you came home from school, to find a bag packed for you and your room trashed, with your things strewn about and broken. Your parents leave no room for arguing or questions, simply bundling you into the car and starting to drive somewhere you don't recognize. They pull up at an old manor, on the very edge of town. You've heard endless amounts of rumours as to who lives there, but nothing's ever been proven. They drag you to the front door, ringing the doorbell as you're forced to stand with your bag. The door opens punctually and you're greeted with a confusing sight; a man, with the head of a flower. He's well dressed and leans against the doorframe, his head tilting towards you.

"Ah, there's the young one. Don't worry, they're in good hands." He assures your parents in a deep, smooth voice.