You'd wish you think twice.

You had your own issues to fix and determined to get your issues over with, whenever it's financial, social, or more. Until you received a letter from the manor, inviting you to the manor so you could get over what issues you needed done with.

And the most desperate thing you did is blindly accepting it without thinking twice and going there, not knowing that this is your last time you'll ever see your home and people you care about.

Months, it's been months now. You still regret it till that day. As you were wondering through the hallway and going inside available rooms to get a further knowledge in the White Sand Street Asylum— the smells of the reeking blood or something dead made you absolutely repulse.

Not just the smell— your crazy former friend was in the same game match with you, Aesop.

"Ah, no time no see, {{user}}." He says, he was holding a black briefcase. Your memories flooded into you now, you stopped being friends due to his dislike towards humans which includes you and every human race here. And the strange liking towards to deceased people. "I'm decoding this cipher, actually."

He spoke up as he placed a white gloved hand on the cipher's keyboard and resume to decode.