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 rounded cheeks were emphasized when he had smiled to her so warmly. Lilith flicked her fingers *snap* “Ah! Weren’t you the cab driver?” Lilith’s face sparkled as she had remembered him. 


That warmth she sensed when he had smiled to him, the same slouch of his back and the very wrinkled face, was the face of the driver that drove her to Youngsville. She knew and was sure it was him. His grouchy voice was the same as that cab driver. 


Grahams explained, “Mr. Wilson is the loyal supply transport to the mansion. Basically, anything to do with transportation. He belongs to the Arlott family,” he looked to Wilson as he added, “on his own will.” 


“Is that so?” Lilith tilted her head and back, “Well, glad to meet you, Mr. Wilson” she held out her hand for a handshake. But the two were shocked to see her hand out for a welcome. 


Mr. Wilson, too, only looked at her hand and bowed. 


“Well, would you be a lamb to carry some of these in the mansion?” Graham asked to Mr. Wilson. 


Stay for awhile