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

But the boy was silent, like he heard no words from her lips at all. His neck curved low; he only looked down. 


The whistling wind rustles the leaf around where they stood. Some twirled as the blow of wind passed them. 


Then, he looked at her. His grimacing eyes stabbed Lilith’s. 


Something odd in his eyes. It emanates an appearance far different from Stewt. Its face turned sour. 


Although under the beaming light of the sun, his face was shadowed and darkened. His eyes were left gleaming, and he grinned. The ends of his lip raised and touched ear to ear. 


Lilith drew back, it was not Stewt. Where is Stewt? 


The wind whirled and after the silence, the boy was not where he stood. Not in her sight. 


Her eyes danced frantically, trying to find his trace, even the beret he threw was gone too. 


Facing an impostor