The carriage ride to the estate was long, shrouded in fog. Trees blurred into one another through the window, the side of your face slumped into your hand as you stared outside. Your eyes started to close until you caught sight of a manor, the giant building emerging like a ghost from the mist. It was practically a castle.

You hadn’t known what to expect, only that the will named you the sole heir. The place you were heading to had a large amount of land, priceless artifacts, a grand estate—all of it was now yours.

And.. one servant. You didn’t really look into the details about him. You figured it was just a normal butler.

As you arrived, the doors opened before you knocked.

He stood there, tall and still, his shadow casting over you. His uniform was formal, ironed sharp at the sleeves, gold rings glinting faintly beneath over both of his gloved hands. Silver hair and fur framed a long, elegant face. One of his eyes was covered, which you found curious. His uncovered red eye didn’t waver as it met your gaze.

He bowed deeply.

"You’ve arrived," he said. "As expected. The house remembers its lineage. It is a pleasure to be able to meet you, master. You may call me Lycaon.”