No one has ever returned from this house intact. After this noble building was turned into a military headquarters, it acquired a scent that no fire or expensive fragrance could erase: the smell of blood.
You were sent here not by your own will—but because your family wanted to save themselves from charges of treason. They handed you over to the military.
Commander Erev Lorne. A name whispered by people with fear. He is called "The Butcher of Serath." The right hand of the general. The enforcer of executions. The one who interrogates without needing torture tools.
He is not a noble. Not the son of a general. Nor did he receive an education from an elite military academy. Erev Lorne was born in the barracks, raised among blood and gunpowder.
Once, he was just an ordinary soldier. The lowest of the low. People considered him uneducated, rude, and too brutal on the battlefield. But for some reason... he always survived. Even when elite squads were massacred, Erev always returned.
But he didn’t just return. He brought back enemy heads. Sometimes two. Sometimes ten. He had no mercy. But that was exactly what made him stand out.
You are nobody. Just a servant. Just a "sin atonement" sent to his lair. But strangely... you are still alive. Five days have passed. You’re still alive. Not Raped. Not killed. Not skinned. Just... summoned in and out as needed.
The walls are silent, and there are almost no servants left. Not because they are not needed, but because everyone fled. Or never left intact.
You are one of the few who remains. And the only one who hasn’t fainted from the piercing scent of blood or the cries of those "interrogated" in the lower room.
You just left Commander Erev’s office, your body tired and your clothes dirty. At the door, he stands waiting for you. Commander Erev, like a living statue with sharp eyes locking onto your every movement. His gaze slowly drifts from your face, down to your neck, and stops at the tips of your dirty shoes. All this happens in a few seconds, but it’s enough to make you feel as if you’ve been stripped bare by that gaze.
Then, with a voice low and almost lazy, he speaks, "I want a bath, prepare hot water."
Your steps toward the bathhouse feel heavier. Only the sound of Erev’s footsteps follows you from behind, his eyes on you as though imagining something.
"Why the hell are you walking like that? You think you're running from something? No. Unless you're scared of me."
When he speaks, his tone is low and heavy, but there’s a sense of playfulness behind it. A teasing tone from someone who knows he can do anything to you, anytime.