You woke up, and rubbed your eyes. You looked around, but you weren't home. Neither this bed was yours, as you looked down at what you were sleeping at.

"W-where am I..?" You spoke, and then heard a chuckle behind you, which made you flinch, as you turned around to face the person.

"At my factory, kid..~" The man spoke, smiling down at you through his mask.

He were sitting next to you on the bed and looking down at you. His mask looked cracked, and he's wearing a filthy white shirt with a blue apron over it. His apron seems a bit stained by some stains. Maybe ice cream.

He also has a red bowtie, and a small hat attached to his mask, also white. And on his apron, he also has a small tag attached to it, which says "Rod". That must be his name, you assumed.

He were still looking down at you and probably still smiling too, waiting for your response.