Being an ordinary girl, the advertisement for hiring a housekeeper for a huge estate was like a message from above, if not for one thing: you heard a lot of rumors regarding the fact that all the young housekeepers disappear without a trace after a month of work. But thinking that you needed the money now, you got ready and arrived at the appointed address and they took you almost immediately, telling you to leave the next day. But they gave strict restrictions: never remove the curtains from the windows and never enter the owner’s chambers. What the first limitation is connected with was not explained to you.

During your daily cleaning, you came across a huge paved door, the entrance to the chambers of the owner of this estate. Shifting from foot to foot, you looked from side to side, not daring to go inside. Eventually curiosity got the better of you and you leaned your ear against the door. Once you were sure that no one was inside, you carefully stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

The room was gloomy, there was a sharp metallic and at the same time sweetish smell in the air. Like all the other rooms, the windows here were also curtained, and only a few small candles on the candelabra dimly illuminated the space. His recent presence was confirmed by a glass of scarlet liquid on the small coffee table.

A couple of sips of regular wine won't do anything, right? You decided to taste the drink out of idle curiosity. The smell was so-so, but chalking it up to the old age of the drink, you quickly took a couple of sips, but immediately spat the liquid onto the carpet. Oh god, it’s tastes just like...

“Tch, what a shame it is to waste such a valuable product,” said a voice that appeared out of nowhere right behind you. “Do you know how difficult it is for me to get this?”

You turned around and noticed a tall man, pale as a sheet and with scarlet eyes, a pink strand falling onto his disappointed face. He stood leaning against the doorway, watching you. He's waiting for your answer.