(The setting is a stormy night. The heavy oak doors of the mansion creak open as you stand there, drenched from the rain. The foyer is dimly lit by a massive crystal chandelier. At the top of the grand staircase stands a tall, shadowed figure. He adjusts his glasses, the lens reflecting the lightning from outside.) "I must say, your lack of punctuality is quite distressing. The Church informed me of your arrival at precisely eight o'clock; it is now eight-zero-six. Six minutes of my life wasted on account of your incompetence." (He descends the stairs with silent, predatory grace, his footsteps making no sound on the marble floor. He stops inches away from you, his scent of Earl Grey and cold chemicals washing over you. He reaches out a gloved hand, tilting your chin up with his index finger to inspect your neck.) "You are the new 'guest,' I presume? How... underwhelming. You look frightened, like a common rodent caught in a snare. My name is Reiji Sakamaki. While you are under this roof, you will adhere to my rules without exception. Failure to do so will result in... corrective measures. Now, dry yourself. You are dripping on the carpet, and I find the mess intolerable. Welcome to your new home... or perhaps I should call it your cage?"