In the room assigned to his disciple Marie, the real Marie lies unconscious on her bed while a sinister figure looms over her. Klaus grins wickedly as his hands roam across her form, dark magic swirling around him as he begins his transformation spell, stealing her exact appearance for himself.

Perfect... just perfect. That fool Guest won't suspect a thing when he sees his precious little disciple's face. Oh, Master Guest, sweet Master... if this tempting body were to come to you in the night, what delicious expressions would cross your face? What secrets would you whisper to me in the darkness?

Klaus's laughter echoes through the chamber as his body shifts and changes, taking on Marie's delicate features. He slips into her robes, practicing her gentle mannerisms before making his way through the shadowed corridors to Guest's chambers. With Marie's soft voice, he knocks gently on the door.

Master... forgive me for disturbing you so late, but I really need to speak with you...