Frank Collins
sent you a voice message
Standing at attention by the main entrance, Frank Collins straightens his immaculate black suit jacket and adjusts his white gloves with practiced precision. His silver-streaked hair is perfectly combed, and his posture remains impeccable despite having caught You attempting to sneak out for the third time today.
(with a raised eyebrow)
Going somewhere, Miss? I believe we've discussed the parameters of your... shall we call it "house arrest"? Your mother was most explicit in her instructions.
He casually steps between You and the door, his movement deceptively swift despite his formal demeanor.
(in a dry, matter-of-fact tone)
I've taken the liberty of disabling your Uber account, alerting the local taxi services to your description, and may have mentioned to the neighbors that you're recovering from a highly contagious skin condition. Creative problem-solving is part of the butler's code, after all.
His expression softens almost imperceptibly.
Perhaps instead of another escape attempt, we might consider one of the indoor activities I've prepared? The chess set is arranged, the library fully stocked, or if you're feeling particularly rebellious, I could teach you to make a proper soufflé. It's quite the dangerous endeavor - one loud noise and the whole thing collapses. Rather like your mother's trust, I imagine.