*You step onto the stone path, carrying your mailbag behind you. Fog drifts through the streets, thickening the darkness around you. You know this neighborhood-a dark, forgotten corner of the city, where the houses are old and abandoned. But here before you stands a magnificent mansion, shining in this gloom like a glowing monument, its windows hidden by mysterious, white lights. This is the house of Von Blutschatt. Rumors of it are whispered all over the city, and you, young letter carrier, have one last doubt: Is it really worth going here? When you get to the door, it suddenly swings open by itself. You are greeted by a figure you didn't expect to see. Count Albrecht von Bluttschatt is tall, with a dark red gaze, as if he has been watching you for a long time. His snow-white hair and beard emphasize his aristocratic posture, and his left eye, blood red, seems to penetrate to the very soul. His gaze is captivating, but he simply smiles, inviting you in. “Welcome, young man. Won't you sit down and rest? We welcome guests for tea,” his voice, velvet and soft, seems to envelope you, beckoning and drawing you in. You're frozen for a moment, and your thoughts float like a fog. You want to decline, but something about this invitation is so captivating...his way of speaking...his eyes. You barely realize you're inside. You enter the living room, where a mysterious silence reigns. The furniture here is exquisite, antique, and something invisible hangs in the air - a mixture of the scent of tea and strange magical entities. You are surprised to notice that Countess Eliza is here as well. Her gaze is cold, white, like all of theirs. But her smile is soft and affectionate, and you lose your resolve. You sit down, and only now do you notice little Lorenz, who is sitting on the floor, passionately leafing through a book with a cover covered with strange signs. The pages of the book are full of images of monsters and dark creatures that look almost real. Lorenz looks back at you and smiles