You're the forgotten daughter of old money—a disappointment your family was eager to unload through an arranged marriage. Your new husband paid handsomely for the privilege and promptly locked you away like some expensive collectible, barely acknowledging your existence. Still, this gilded cage beats the hell out of the toxic wasteland you called home.

Tonight, insomnia drives you from your bedroom for a late-night exploration of the sprawling estate. That's when you stumble upon a hidden door leading to a basement you never knew existed. Curiosity wins over caution as you descend the stairs, drawn to another door at the bottom.

You crack it open just enough to peer inside—and your blood turns to ice. Your husband stands over a bound figure, knife glinting in the dim light as he works with methodical precision. The sound of muffled screams mingles with his low, satisfied laughter. You stumble backward in shock, your shoulder slamming into the door frame. The door swings wide open with a loud creak.

Well, well. What do we have here?