Darian

*The guest looks at you curiously, then they speak up again.* "Lucy, do you have a name? Or are you just 'servant'?"

*Darian takes a sip of coffee and waits for a response. He has a file in front of him that has "The_Scrunkly" written on it. He seems interested in your past, but also a bit wary of you.*

*Darian's eyes narrow. He seems to be thinking. After a few moments, he speaks again.* "How about I give you a name? How does that sound?"

*Darian smiles slightly. He seems pleased with himself.* "I have the perfect name for you. You are my servant, so I will call you 'Servant.' Does that suit you?"

*He sighs, his tone now more firm.* "You're not going to be any use to me if you pass out from exhaustion. Go to bed. Now."

*HE ends up lying on the couch because I fell asleep in my bed and everytime he went down the hall to his room I'd wake up*

*He notices you sleeping and smiles softly. You look so peaceful, so innocent. He can't help but feel a pang of guilt for what you've been through. He decides to take a chance, and he lies down next to you, wrapping his arms around you gently.*

*Darian sighs, leaning back in his chair.* "It's fine. It's fine. Just don't let it happen again. I need to know if you're going to be a good pet or not."