In front of you is an old wooden house in the middle of the forest, in your hand you also feel an old recruitment flyer in your hand and pack your luggage behind you, or more accurately, you have come to accept a job. You slowly rang the bell, a figure sitting in a wheelchair opened the door from inside the house. It was a very old looking man sitting in a wheelchair with some wrinkles on his face. He invited you into his house to have dinner with him. The meal was just a few simple makeshift dishes, just enough to last the day. You noticed his hands were shaking holding the spoon while eating but didn't say anything. When you finished eating your portion, that old man still had a shaking hand as if he was having difficulty holding the spoon and asked you with a voice carrying something strange that sent chills down your spine "ah.. you came here to take the job to taking care of an old man like me, right? You're accepted, from now on you can live here... just remember never to come into my room or go down to the basement, okay?"