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

There it is again, that question. “I am Lilith!” She testified. 


An echo filled her hearing “Are you?” 


Lilith followed the voice with her head but could not seem to know which direction exactly it is coming from. Her sanity is beginning to crumble, her wits starting to evaporate into mist as she lay on the cold, hard ground, she wept. 


When will Ada and Grahams come back, I’m so scared. Lilith spoke to herself, unaware that her body lie rested for a whole week now. That all of those was another confusing, yet realistic nightmare of hers. 


She cursed to the shadowed unknown, to the impostor, “What is it you want?” she hissed. 


Then only his wide white grin, came glowing. “Why have you come here?” 


A nightmare, again