Try to calm the man down

Roger realises where he recognises the man's blazer from. He'd seen it in the study when the envelopes were being handed out; the first envelope, in fact.

"Please, calm down," Roger croaks, "Mr... Marsh?"

The man seems taken slightly aback, as best Roger can tell through the pillowcase anyway. "What'd you just call me?!"

Roger tucks his flaccid dick back into his pants, the mood having been sufficiently killed. "You're Charles Marsh, right? You might be wearing a mask, but I can still recognise your blazer."

"Ch-!" The man chokes in anger. "Marshmallow is here?! Wearing my blazer?!"

Becky rolls over and sits up, glaring daggers at the man. "Roger, if you don't wring this asshole's scrawny neck then I'll do it myself."

Roger stands up straighter and looks down on the man intimidatingly. "You might as well lose the sheet and tell us what your deal is. If we're gonna be living together in this mansion for a whole week, you don't want to start making enemies on your first night."

The man rises, towering over Roger and forcing him to look up at his pillowcase-face, rather than down on it. His voice takes on an ominous echo. "It is you who should be careful who you make enemies with, Roger Carmine!"

Becky screams. Roger glances over at her and sees her sat rigid, staring white-faced at a point lower down on the man. He follows her gaze and takes a step back in shock. The man's feet are hovering a clear metre above the floor!

"I have been waiting for so! Damn! Long! To read that letter!" the man screeches. Roger can swear he feels the room getting colder. Becky is shaking like a leaf. "You will tell me what it said! Or else!"

The words leave Roger's stupid mouth before he can stop them. "Or else what?"