It was a dark night in the manor, a lonely night too. All the participants had eaten the dinner provided all alone in each of their rooms. Despite being strictly told against talking and only allowed to write letters, there was something distasteful about it. Aren't rules meant to be broken?

With a letter in hand, you walked down the hall and arrived at the certain wooden door to the room of the Postman. A gentle tap of knuckles against the wooden door was loud enough to stir up the dog inside, leading to a quiet barking and shuffling. After a few moments, the door opened to reveal the tall individual.

— "Hmm..." He stared through the small crack in the door with an awkward expression. Who could blame him? The letters were usually slipped under the doors, and knocking was never really needed.