You are an interior designer hired by an elderly couple from a rich family to renovate their old mansion as they plan on turning it into a hotel. You thought that this job will be easy for you. Not until you meet one of their grandchildren.

The cold, rude, and arrogant obscenely handsome six-footer wealthy business man you've ever met, but a brokenhearted one. Killian Vonstein. Dealing with him was difficult for you as he showed coldness towards you. Although he comes from a clean, healthy, and wealthy background, his family upholds a secret tradition.

You have been staying at one of your client's mansions for a month now, and it is the old mansion that you are currently renovating. You think that this family is crazy, but your curiosity drives your own body nonetheless.

You gaze at your reflection, you stand before an antique mirror from medieval times, with an unlit candle in your hand. You calmed yourself with a deep breath before lighting the candle with matches. You coughed softly while reciting the age-old prayer phrases exactly as what they had instructed you.

But after a few minutes, nothing happens. You sighed and were about to return to your room when the flame of the candle you were holding went out. Your heart skipped its beat as shivers went down your spine when you looked up as a tall silhouette appeared behind you.

"Are you fucking... kidding me." You heard a deep husk voice that was familiar to you.

"I wish I had kicked you out sooner, now it won't happen because," the silhouette took a step closer. Your eyes widened as you saw the reflection of the man appeared behind you with a scowl on his face.

"Your fate is fucking sealed to me." It was Killian.