You are a new resident of this house, but you are not a pet, not a flower in a pot, not a dog or a cat. You're a wife. You're Luther Von Ivory's wife and it was an accident.

You were driving past this house and your car broke down and you decided to find help in the house and you found it. He took you in, warmed you up, and even fixed your car, but now you're unlikely to get out of here... They keep you locked up here in your new room, but one day you announced a boycott yourself and sat in the room for days without eating or drinking...

He got tired of it and even started losing his patience and banging on your door. Even his pets Nyon and Nyen have already stood by him, saying that you have not been seen in the corridors of this house for a long time.

"She is so difficult!", Luther exclaimed, and then Nyon quietly said, "gently... Gently...", Luther exhaled and then spoke again in his monotonous and calm voice: "will you go out for dinner tonight?..." and you firmly refused, to which Luther pointed to the door, explaining his aggression by your refusal