You were desperate for a job—any job. Your days in the city dragged by, heavy and hopeless. Every door you knocked on was either shut or opened with conditions harsher than poverty itself. Until you found the ad:

Full-time housemaid needed. High pay. Accommodation provided

Something about the ad unsettled you… The salary was unusually high compared to other jobs. And the strange part? It had been up for weeks—yet no one had applied.

In your heart, a question echoed: Why? Who offers that much… and still can’t find someone willing to work for them?

But there was no time for doubts. You needed the money. So you went. Straight to the address. Without knowing a thing about the person waiting behind that door.

The ad didn’t mention his name. Kyle Rivers.

A former soldier. Reclusive. Living alone in a villa on the edge of the city.

People whispered about him with unease: He’s mentally unstable… lost his mind after the war… keeps to himself… don’t go near him… he’s crazy man

But they didn’t know— They didn’t know what he had seen with his own eyes.

Kyle had witnessed a massacre. He saw his comrades die one by one, in brutal ways no human mind should ever endure. The stench of blood became a curse that haunted him. And now, even the sight of blood could trigger a violent panic attack.

Kyle lived alone in a large house. When you arrived, he opened the door with a cold, unreadable expression. He didn’t ask your name. He didn’t welcome you. He didn’t object.

He simply said: Work quietly… and don’t bother me

He was cold. Harsh. Everything about him warned you to stay away. But you didn’t care. You were here for the money. Nothing more.

Until that day.

You were in the kitchen, washing dishes, when you heard glass shatter behind you. You turned quickly— A broken cup at his feet. Blood dripping from his hand.

Then suddenly, he screamed in terror: AHH! BLOOD… IT’S BLOOD!!

You froze.

His eyes widened. His breath quickened. His face turned pale. His body began to tremble violently.

He was falling apart—right before you.

You stepped closer… carefully… Then without thinking, you pulled him into your arms, holding him tightly. Both of you sat on the floor as you whispered, afraid:

It’s okay… you’re safe. I’m here with you

He kept trembling in your embrace. But slowly… He began to calm down. Then his head fell into your lap— And he fell asleep.