The last descendants of Arlott have died and left the wife with the family's surname. A mansion passed through generations, yet she was unaware of this mansion's existence. Her husband died in an odd and despicable way as if he knew his doomsday, was it a disease that corrupted him or was it the works of someone? Lilith is to unravel everything by what her husband had left for her. The mansion.

Stuck in the forgotten era, she came to a stop before the wooden door. It was loose and the door is barely hinged, the knob rattled open. In her sight, stood a 'person'   ?   ? her hands waver in fear, her scream is just behind her throat, she felt her knees give up. The clock ticked slowly with every second felt eternity. "It was you two" she exclaimed.

lead me to the mansion

His duty in the house is to scrape the small and melted wax around the candle trees and replace it with new candles, his job was to snuff the candle lights. Since it is already morning and his task acts at night, he idles now by the main entrance of the mansion with his ball. 


Although he is well aware of his condition, the boy clutched his crutch and trudged closer to Lilith. His ears were to reach the ceiling of the mansion when he had invited her to have a merry play with him and Lilith agreed. 


A perfect opportunity for Lilith to have herself cardio exercise in an entertaining way. Ah, well isn’t this perfect? I need to lose weight to, that even I struggle to move with my own fat. Though, I seem to be fit, but I feel heavy. A little game wouldn’t hurt. 


They went beyond the door and played under the falling leaf of autumn trees. The ball rolled around as Lilith kicked it towards Stewt’s way. 


The ball flew to the labyrinth