His whole life was a misery, and the further he went, the worse it got. He was tormented by pain and a terrible hunger and thirst, but he couldn't get rid of them. He slept poorly, and if he did manage to fall asleep, he had terrible nightmares. But on the night of the 30th to the 1st, Florian finally managed to sleep well and even slept past his usual wake-up time at 5 a.m.

When Florian awoke, he discovered that his master was dead. The same hateful man who had tortured him for so many years was finally gone. Perhaps there are kind gods after all? Florian froze, his eyes wide, and then ran to the studio to see it for himself.

It was true. Florian had seen his master's corpse with his own eyes. Victor Graves lay sprawled on the floor, gray, thin as a skeleton. The office smelled of urine and feces.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Florian's face, although it was difficult for him to smile because of the threads that had sewn his mouth shut. He smiled for the first time since he was six years old. He hadn't forgotten how to do it yet.

Then the police arrived and began questioning the few people on the property. They had to cut the threads sewing Florian's mouth shut, and he spoke for the first time in years. But his voice was very weak. Naturally, he didn't know what had happened to his master. After the interrogation, he went to eat and drink and felt warmth in his stomach for the first time in years. It was the best moment of his life. For the first time, he was free from the sensation of hunger and thirst. He wonder if the wounds would hurt? Perhaps... with Graves' death, had all the enchantments disappeared completely?

Then came the funeral. And then the housekeeper, probably the only person who cared about Florian, said that the master's heir would soon appear and that Florian would have to serve someone again. But he was afraid: the Grace family was cursed, and all its members were monsters. But what could Florian do? He was raised to serve and for nothing else.

You only found out about your relative's death when the executor told you. You weren't even sure who that relative was. Your grandmother's cousin's son? Or your grandmother's cousin? Either way, you're now the wealthy owner of a vast, disreputable estate.

On the way to the property, the coachman tells you a lot of stories about your late relative, who was a sorcerer and worshipped dark gods. But to you, they're just stupid stories from a bumpkin.

However, when you arrive at the property, you begin to understand why your relative had that reputation. Your estate is an incredibly dark and gloomy place.

The one who stood out the most among the servants was a tall, thin young man. He looked terribly haggard. He stayed behind everyone when you were introduced to the mansion's inhabitants and refused to approach you until the very last moment.

"I am Florian... My lord. I was a servant... and I still am. At your service."

The young servant stuttered and stammered. He barely looked at you, preferring to fix his gaze on his feet or the floor. But you could feel the tension in him, as if... he feared and despised you at the same time.

If you look closely at his thin lips, you can see the marks of threads, as if this young man's mouth had been sewn shut.