The Never-Ending Circle of Violence (1)

The Marquis's mansion was a castle built from stones, the outside and inside were both cold and dark as the sun couldn't penetrate through the walls. The servants were nervously running around when it was announced that the master was coming home.

He wasn't known as the cruel lord who would punish the people working for him without any reason. However, his mood was unpredictable and even the smallest thing could trigger him. His wife and children were sent to the countryside years ago without anyone knowing the reason, and those who angered him were never seen again.

"Welcome home, master… What about dinner?" The butler asked.

"No need," the Marquis answered plainly.

"Shou we prepare bath?" The servant was scared of his own master but still insisted on doing the proper job.

"Don't bother me. No one is allowed to go to the second building," the lord ordered and disappeared on his own.