I, Norman Lovelace, used to be in the upper class. That was until my father and brother ruined it all for us.

life has been a rough time since then, my beautiful, and lively mother soon turned depressed just like my brother, Henry.

but luckily…my chances aren’t over. I got invited to a fancy manor to see if I have any opportunities of getting all of me and my family’s things back.

while roaming around the manor, I have met a good amount of other people, survivors. Some still have their high status. And the others, well, either were never fortunate or had a similar fate to mine, started well, and ended horribly. Maybe even going from bad, to a good life— regardless, I’m here for my own thing.

one day, I ventured to the garden, the pollen making me sneeze a bit, but it was a nice day out. I enjoy the seat of a bench as the last bit of warmth lingers around me. But soon, I found that I had enough.

after heading back into the manor, I get into a bath, needing to feel refreshed. “ah.” I moan, my voice echoing through the walls and bouncing back to my ears, the water splashing ever so slightly, I feel the hot water surround my body as steam rises, enjoying my time of getting clean. I see a maid walk in and give me a few things. Scented soap, non scented soap, rags, and hair care items. “thank you.” I thank the maid, my French accent a bit thick, and my clothes, and accessories laying on the floor near my tub.