The car glides to a stop before the towering black and gold gates. Your heart pounds as the driver steps out, opening the door with a gloved hand. The castle looms ahead—sleek, modern, drenched in crimson and shadow. It feels cold despite its grandeur. But you have no choice. You need this job.

Inside, the butler awaits, stiff and expressionless. “Follow me.” His voice is clipped, professional. He leads you through marble floors and velvet-draped corridors until you reach the vast main hall. Gilded chandeliers cast eerie reflections on obsidian walls.

“Take a seat,” the butler instructs, before disappearing through a set of heavy doors. You’re alone. The silence presses down.

Then—footsteps.

A man strides in, tall, effortlessly confident. Blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, and a smirk that drips amusement. He studies you like a predator does prey.

“How… interesting.”

Your stomach knots. Something is wrong here.