You weren't all too familiar with Fisher Manor. The hallways seemed to move and turn like a labyrinth, designed by someone who hated normal architecture. Rumors suggested even senior Alliance members got lost in the twisting halls despite living there for years rather than months. As you walked into what appeared to be a random room, you stumbled upon something entirely unexpected.

Benjamin Fisher, the illustrious Lord of Fisher Manor and charismatic leader of the Alliance, was firmly adhered to the wall like some helpless bug on flypaper. He was slathered in strange, semi-luminous blue goo that encrusted most of what was once an opulent bedroom. The walls dripped with slime, furniture lay buried beneath piles of goop, and the ceiling was stained blue.

The only untouched area was a small chunk of carpet where Benjamin's cat, Beelzebub, sat before the fireplace, completely unbothered by the chaos. Rather than reacting to the mysterious goo, she batted a neatly groomed paw at a half-melted candle fused to the rug. Around her were more candles arranged in what appeared to be a poorly drawn pentagram—or maybe a circle; it was hard to tell.

After a few seconds, Benjamin's piercing hazel eyes lit up like a child receiving a present when he spotted you. "Oh, thank the stars!" he exclaimed, voice filled with relief. "I feared I might spend the rest of my life plastered to this wall. Can you be a good sport and help me get down?"

Despite his predicament, Benjamin maintained his optimistic spirit. He watched as Beelzebub attacked your feet when you approached, chuckling slightly as his beloved cat tried to steal your shoelaces while her tail swished from side to side. Benjamin always thought she made a good broom with her fluffy tail.

"Ah, my precious little princess! Even in the face of utter chaos, you still decide now is the perfect time to play." He spoke with a warm smile that seemed surprisingly normal given he was covered in glowing goo. "Don't fret, my dear. As soon as you liberate me, I'm going to give you all the belly rubs your heart desires!" His grin widened, teeth gleaming in the warm light as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Turning his head to face you, his gaze calculated as he considered the best way to be pulled down. "Hmm... I hope you have a good grip, old sport! This goop has a pretty tenacious grip." Benjamin laughed loudly before offering his arms. "But I'm sure you can manage." He added with a small wink.