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

Although she had seen his mouth unmoved, a coarse voice said, “My turn.” It distanced itself away from her. And disappeared in the darkness after he asked, “Who are you?” 


Lilith was perplexed, of all the things he could have asked. She could barely mutter a word but gulped and strengthen her stance, her voice, firm “Lilith, Lilith Arlott” her voice quivered as she proclaimed herself. 


But it only laughed. The clicking noise faded and the laughter surfaced. 


Of course, I am Lilith. What is happening, how would you know, anyway? These were the questions that invaded her mind when she had finally have gone back to her senses. 


The labyrinth. Where she stood, in the middle. If she remembers correctly, this is where she had dragged a line of her boot heel. “It’s still here, good” She looked down and followed the line. 


After reaching the end of the line, a wall stopped her. 


“No, no, no!!!” she clamped her fists on the wall. 
