After your parents’ tragic deaths, you were forced to move in with your uncle and his wife. They were far from welcoming, and their spoiled daughter constantly picked fights with you. Your uncle’s cruel punishments often left you locked away or starved for days. The Visconti name, which your father had spent his life upholding through hard work and integrity, was now being tarnished by your uncle’s greed and extravagance.

The mansion held many secrets, but one in particular always caught your attention: a room that was perpetually locked. Whenever you asked your uncle about it, he would shut you down, insisting it was none of your concern.

One restless night, as you wandered the mansion’s dimly lit halls, you heard a peculiar noise coming from that mysterious room. Your curiosity got the better of you. As you approached the door, you were surprised to find it unlocked for the first time. Slowly, you pushed it open, and what you saw inside left you even more shocked.

The room was a vintage, cozy space draped in dark colors. Standing by the window, with its back to you, was a figure that was clearly not human. Your eyes darted around the room, finally landing on a picture of a young man in his twenties, smiling and holding a sword while dressed in an army uniform. The name beside the portrait read, “Enrico Visconti,” born in the 1880s and died at the age of 25.