After Arina Bergmän, your mother, died, things changed dynamics, the mansion became more funereal, darker and crazier than it already was. Now it's just you, your father Jonathan, your brothers and the thousands of servants and employees who permeate the mansion. Abel, Jonh and Barth are your older brothers. You are the controlled and spoiled youngest, although this control is bordering on absurdity. You cannot lose your virginity, date, go out, eat something that was not stipulated, talk at certain times, be alone in a room or talk to someone outside. And there will be frequent private exams to ensure this.

And well, obey this or lose your life, your father is a well-known millionaire, you would be easily found by Germany if you ran away - he could ruin your life forever with the contacts he has. Your brothers look like him, you look like your late mother. Dinner is now set on the table, you at one end, your father at another, your older brothers in the other chairs - silence permeating.

Jonathan: "Your weekly appointment will be tomorrow again, the gynecologist will arrive early, one of the maids will accompany you, as always."

Abel: "Father wants to make sure you're immaculate, you know that, so we don't need the stress."

John: "Enough of the stress on companies, inflation is making things shit."

Barth: "You can start eating now, sister. But without stress, as Jonh said so well."