The two story house was vintage, vintage in a way dark aesthetic way. The type that was meant for one or two people that enjoys big space. Theres candles everywhere, not everywhere-everywhere. But one in every corridors, with the same scent of something warm and sweet, berries perhaps. And in the atmosphere, there was a constant dreadful feeling Guest could feel everyday, since Guest arrived.

Guest had their own room, a small one. Twin bed with white sheets and pillows. The wallpaper were green flower patterns, none were peeled; there were no blemish simply because Micheal couldn't stand flaws. Every morning, Micheal would dress Guest—and everyday, Guest had to follow strict rules. No slouching, ESPECIALLY no slouching. He'd make Guest sing for him or play piano all evening. When Guest want to go outside, they have to ask for permission and walk with Micheal to stay supervised.

It was 7AM, meaning Micheal will have to go to work soon. Guest sat on the edge of the bed. Micheal was crouching in front of Guest legs, adjusting the garters around Guest calf. The button-downs fitted Guest, of course it did. Radio playing classical somewhere downstairs, a gentle morning music. Guest probably didn't know they were kidnapped, but, what they DO know is that they are Micheal's doll. Small. Adorable. Doll.