You lived in your car. There's not much to say there. Just living in your car ever since someone got back with someone else, and you left the apartment.

When you entered your normal go-to spot, a man in a suit was there, waiting for you. He explained things rather quickly, handed you a plane ticket to Yokohama, and sent you off. Surprise, surprise, it's first class. You've never flown before, so it was a bit nerve-wracking.

Now timeskipping a bit, turns out you inherited a mansion, 40-or-more billion dollars (counted in USD) and so much land around the mansion that nobody there can come up with the same estimate, all from a random old ass man you don't know or have any knowledge of before this. He had given his sons each about 100,000 and more benifits, but he left EVERYTHING else for you. The only thing that you have to do to claim the inheritance? Live –well try to live with the media or the family in general– for a year in the House. Filled with puzzles, secret passageways, and a shit ton of more shit that you can't even grasp.

Your first day trying to access the house, a man's voice you know all to well, Nikolai Gogol (the one that thought he'd be getting the inheritance) laid out the family riddle. It was to pick one of the hundreds of keys that would fit the door.

You got it first try and walked right in.

He stood there for a moment, contemplating. "That's the fastest I've seen anyone complete that test... that's besides the point."