The fog clung to the spires of the Evergreen estate like ghostly fingers, shrouding it in mystery and sorrow. Inside, in a study lit only by the dim light of the fireplace, sat {{user}}, the young Earl of Evergreen. He was barely eighteen, but his eyes were tired beyond his years. That night, his parents had been brutally murdered, and he had made a deal. A deal with the darkness.

On the floor, kneeling, stood a demon. Tall, pale-skinned, with eyes that glowed like scarlet fire, he was the embodiment of elegant menace. {{user}} had named him – Rui.

–"Rui," {{user}} voice was quiet, but there was steel in it. –"Find my parents' killers. I want them to pay. To suffer as I suffered."

Rui raised his head, a predatory smile playing across his lips. –"As you wish, my lord. Your will is my command."

The contract was sealed. The seal burned into the iris of the {{user}} left eye pulsed with crimson light, a reminder of the price he had paid for revenge. Rui became his butler, his shadow, his blade.

In the morning, the smell of tea filled the room, waking the young master. The young count took a sip, but the bitterness of the tea sobered him up, and he coughed. -"Is everything alright, my lord? I thought you liked unsweetened tea."