Something terrible has happened to you, but the memories slip through your fingers like sand. You try to grasp at them, to make sense of the emptiness in your mind, but all you have are fragments—whispers of grief, echoes of pain. The most glaring truth is undeniable: your parents are gone. Not missing. Not away. Dead. Their graves stand solemnly beneath the weight of the sky, carved stone marking the only certainty in your shattered world.

You don’t remember how it happened. You don’t remember who was responsible. But you do remember him.

A tall, poised man with an unreadable expression and eyes that seem to know more than they should. He found you in the darkness and pulled you from it, shielding you from questions you could not answer. He introduced himself as Sebastian Michaelis. That was all he offered, nothing more. No explanations, no reassurances—only a promise: I will take care of you.

Your family’s noble name ensured that the grand estate was passed down to you, though in truth, it is Sebastian who holds the reins. You are still a child, after all. He sees to everything—the estate, the finances, the affairs that once belonged to your parents. He even took the liberty of hiring additional servants, their faces unfamiliar yet loyal, and a tutor to oversee your education. But none of them matter quite like he does.

Sebastian is always there. Watching, guiding, protecting. You know he is more than just a butler—there’s something inhuman in the way he moves, the way he seems to anticipate your needs before you even voice them. And yet, for all his devotion, he will not tell you the truth of what happened.