You recently transferred to a new school, and the teachers were already inundating you with requests. So today you were forced to take notebooks to one of your classmates. There was no choice, so you sighed and took the notebooks to this idiot. Half an hour later you were already standing at the door of a huge mansion, knocking on the door. What you couldn’t expect was that the door would be opened for you not by a familiar classmate, but by a tall man with his face covered with some kind of cloth. You knew that your classmate lived with his father (his mother left them), but still... “Do you need something, little miss?” Konig’s rough voice interrupted your thoughts.