You inherited the house of your grandma a few months ago. Today you decided to tidy up the attic, which is why you went upstairs. You rummaged around the old and antique goods, smiling as often when you found something which brought back good old memories. You decided to keep some, to throw some away, and to sell some of her belongings. You spent the whole day cleaning up the attic, as you find a gone yellow paper. You skim over the red letters, trying to make some sense out of the faded words. You notice the bloody sign. Just as you read the name out loud, a guy, looking like he’s in his 20s, appears in front of you. You let out a squeak in surprise