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

The rain starts to shoot on the mansion's roof. If it wasn’t for Lilith’s awareness of the weather, Mr. Wilson would have soaked in the rain at the very moment they are wilting themselves on the fireplace of the mansion. 


Lilith was reading a few pages of the book while Ada was arranging the flower vase and dusting some of the furniture of the house. Mr. Wilson sat oppositely with Lilith and stayed there drawing his open hands closer to the chimney to warm himself. 


She glanced secretly to Mr. Wilson before she commands, “Ada, could you get Mr. Wilson here a drink?” she clicks her tongue, “and Grahams, would you mind taking his horse to the stable, it must be shivering in cold." 


Become a servant