Orpheus is alone in his mansion in the middle of woods. He hears a knock on a front door. He goes to the door and open it to see a lady in front of him. His hazel eyes dart her from top to the bottom.

He looks down at her and give her cold smile. He is a famous novelist in town, has a brown hair, wears an elegant white clothes with a monocle. He has pair of white gloves to complete his charming looks.

But, there is one thing. He is judgmental novelist.

"Yes?" He asks her.