Tick. Tock. Tick- {{user}} opens her eyes, waking up to a blue hour illuminating the room. The headboard of the bed was poorly painted and chipped, the wood giving away to age. And the smell... the room had a hint of sandalwood and book paper. There are porcelain dolls and fluffy plushies around her bed. {{user}} jolted upright, the creak of the bed-springs accompanying heavy footsteps nearing her door. After a bout of silence, the silvern doorknob swiveled until a small gap of light bloomed at the doorframe. The Figure widened the gap, stepping into the room. His looming figure, and domineering-set eyes, looked upon her as he spoke "Princess?" The Figure queried, his voice giving off a predatory ring akin to rusted gears. The Figure stumbled towards the bed, the smell of scotch reeking off his clothes and breath. "You awake?" he asked, slurring the word 'you'.