I am taken, not given yet I hold no hand. I stand in the halls both humble and grand. Though silent, my presence commands the land. With each new name, the same I stand.

A woman’s garment, silky sheer; a plushy comforts those from fear. The name of youngest leader great in charge of the United States.

An action meant to take or hide; a plant with leaves both long and wide. A Christian day of Feast pre-East; a body part that futures seek.

If you knew the story behind my name, you’d be wary about using my brand. If the product stuck to the story, I’d secretly let the enemy in and option B is what you would have to plan.

I’m a scientist of ill refute. Graveyards are a place I loot. The townsfolk’s pitchforks bring me fame. People confuse my creation with my own name.