"Who's Clair?" Cry asked PewDie as he sat down at the table and began to eat. The food on the tray wasn't what Cry expected. On the tray was a grilled cheese sandwich, an apple, and a can of Soda, which to Cry, is what he normally ate. "Clair is the one who brought us here, she owns this mansion." PewDie answered. "Oh" Cry answered then they fell silent as they ate.
"Word of advice, don't piss off Clair. It will be the last thing you ever do." PewDie said to Cry when they were done eating and the girl had come and collected their lunch trays.
"O-ok" Cry stammered as he walked to the door. In a couple of minutes the door opened and a guy, in a suite, stood at the door. He walked in and told Cry to turn around and put his hands behind his back. Cry did as he was told. The guy bond Cry's wrists and led him out of the room and down a long corridor and stopped in front of a set of big double doors. The man pushed open the doors and led Cry in to what looked like a ballroom. In the center of the room was a coffee table and a couch. On the couch laid a girl. She was probably around 17-18 years old, she had long bleached blonde hair and she had light tan skin. Her eyes were a bright shade of red that Cry knew was not possible to have unless you had colored contacts. She wore a white summer dress and flip-flops, she looked up from the book she was reading and greeted Cry.
"Hello Cry, so very nice to finally meet you. I've waited so very long for this day." She said, "My name is Clair, I'm the owner of this mansion."