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

What could he possibly want? was what invaded Lilith’s mind before the deal, but upon hearing such request from him, it was clear now. Every bizarre phenomenon that has been occurring in this house has probably something to do with him. Something that needs to be unravelled. 


Under his cold, lifeless growl, he whispered a request across the wind to Lilith’s ear “Find my parents, my death.” 


A request which might take long to satisfy his wish, a phrase uttered by the impostor, was a clue for Lilith to patch up. Something definitely smells fishy in this house. Of course, the previous Miss Florantine’s spirit was one of the strange occurrence, but it nevertheless has been solved. 


Clasping lightly her chin, “Find my parents, my death.” She repeated under her breath. His family? His death? Were they the cause of his death? If the family are his real killers, then I would understand the reason for his grudge. 


The whispered request