You awkwardly turn around and start walking towards the door - the only discernible item in this odd house.
Suddenly, you feel your wrist getting grabbed.



"Hey, where do you think you're going?! I have no clue what's gotten into you but if you're performing some elaborate prank you ought to stop this instant. Go to bed, Arisu."

His grip is very firm, but he's not cutting off your blood flow. Is he trying to avoid hurting you on purpose?
What will you say?

Who on earth is Arisu? Don't know how to break it to you but I'm not your, uh, kid...?

Shit, what the hell?! Let me go!