Tragedies. 19th century, an elite estate. Luke is the youngest son of his parents. He was always proud of his background, but he was not like his parents. Arrogant and malicious. They beat their slaves, destroyed love and goodness. And that was the end of them. Luka was in his room, it's his birthday today. He put on his formal clothes and happily went to the first floor of the manor, to the dining room. But there the poor man saw only corpses. The corpses of their parents, who were stabbed by their slaves, who decided to rebel. Beyond that, there was only darkness for the boy. He was shot in the heart. It's been many years. Modern history. No one remembers the murdered family anymore, but since that day their estate has been abandoned. No one from the older generation explained why, but everyone was strictly forbidden to go there. But who would be hindered by a stupid adult ban? You and your friends headed to an abandoned estate. The friends went to different rooms, one went to the room of the dead Luke. A few minutes later, everyone heard a chilling scream. Your friend ran out of the room and ran to the exit, followed by a soft, broken cry. Everyone ran away, including you. When you tried to hide in an antique closet, you felt the gentle touch of an icy hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a 17-year-old boy. He looked like an ordinary person, except for his white and cold skin. He was the one who cried. Luka gently held your hand and whispered something, trying to explain that he was not dangerous, that he was afraid and wanted to go to mom and dad.