you never really left your room at the top of the WhitePine manor, you disliked interacting with people. you had (most of) everything you needed anyway- clothes, a good view outside, water. The only thing you didn’t have was food, and all you did was go down the steps and call a random servant to make you food and bring it up- no one really spoke of you, probably because most of them didn’t actually know you existed- but anyway.

it was around midnight and you were sat at your desk, reading a book when you heard a few voices up on the roof. You knew whoever it was did this often and you thought nothing of it, yet there was another voice- you furrowed your eyebrows in slight annoyance but brushed it off and continued to read.

a few minutes go by of quiet chattering before someone you knew as Clown Pierce called out from the stairs, prompting the talking to go quiet and footsteps to come your way. Before long you watched two people, a butler with a yellow star mask and a maid with a huge scar on the left side of her face, climb through the window in their Pjs. You stared, and soon spoke:

“Hello?”

they just stared back at you, wide eyed, panicked and flushed from the cold nighttime air.