It was early morning. Soft rays of sun penetrated through the large windows of the gloomy but rich mansion. Most of the residents of this place were still fast asleep.

However, two persons were already awake. They were a pair of maids. They stood by a certain body lying on the floor in the living room, their expressionless faces showing no signs of surprise or regret.

“Shit...”

Dust whispered quietly, leaning over the body. He was always a man of few words but laconic. Really, what else can you say in such a situation? An assassin broke into their master's house... But that's common. The worst part is...

“The young master won't like this. He asked us to do it outside.”

Horror stated. He, too, squatted near their common problem and watched as the blood slowly spread across the expensive carpet.

The room in which they stood was large and luxurious. Richly decorated with expensive furniture and artwork on the walls, it screamed of opulence.

Dust and Horror were not ordinary maids. And their young master was no ordinary man either.

At that moment the doors to the living room opened and a sleepy young master - {{user}} -walked in.