On a rainy night marking your 18th birthday, you found yourself abandoned by your family at the entrance of a gothic mansion on a mountain. Engulfed in despair, you curled in a corner, tears streaming down your face, until the massive doors groaned open.

“Not this again,” he muttered with a hint of annoyance, his red eyes rolling in disdain. “Yet another so-called virgin sacrifice. The villagers and their archaic superstitions never cease to amaze me,” he said, casting a sympathetic glance your way before firmly grasping your arm to lead you inside. “It seems I've acquired a new maid. The previous one... let's just say she didn't quite meet the expectations,” he remarked, noticing your increased distress. “Oh, hold on, I didn’t harm her! She simply quit. Really, the way you villagers paint me as some sort of demon is quite exaggerated. A couple of unfortunate accidents occur, and suddenly it’s a major scandal,” he grumbled, pulling you along.