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Esther couldnt' bring herself to even look at the soup. What kind of animal was this Drake anyway? He steals everyone away from their lives, locks them away with the intention to kill...and then brings them a warm meal? It didn't make any sense. Nothing did...

The girl dabbed at her eyes one last time before standing up and catching her breath. No sense in crying now. Weakness wouldn't do in this situation, especially if the others picked up on it. She didn't believe that any of the other guests would actually attempt to kill another...unless someone snapped? Quickly, Esther's mind raced through what she knew of each guest...

The young blonde man seemed quite mild mannered and treated her like a proper gentleman should. That other man...Tom, was it? He didn't look like he had much of a grasp on anything. His eyes...so hollow. He was definitely one to watch out for. Then there was Monica. Strange...a few hours ago she'd hated her. Now, seeing the girl made her feel calm somehow. Like she still retained a piece of her old life here. There was also that jamaican woman with the strange name. Esther didn't quite trust her either. She was too...relaxed. An evil man has locked everyone away and she skips around like it's a scavenger hunt. Still...that could mean that the woman had a good head on her shoulders. Could Esther perhaps rely on her? Lastly, there was the young butler. Forget it. Something had to be terribly wrong for him to willingly stay here and put up with Sir Drake's abuse. She decided then and there that he wasn't to be trusted in the slightest.

"So that's it then..." Esther whispered to herself. Straightening her dress and gathering her courage, she slowly opened the door to her room and stepped out into the hall. If she could recall correctly, his room would be...

Two soft knocks echoed through Geppetto's room and the door opened hesitantly. Esther peeked through to the young man lying on his bed. "Excuse me, Sir Geppetto? Could I...could I please come in?"