It was the third day of being in the manor. The sun was shining through the tall windows and lit up the large abode, warming all surfaces that come in contact with it.

You were told about some sort of "game", but it had yet to start. As curious as you might've been, all information on it was withheld from all the participants, which weren't that many.

You were sitting at the dining room, waiting like you have been for the past few days. That's when the door swung open. Suddenly, a man who seemed angered walked into the room, his hands balled into fists as he frowned.

"That filthy Kreacher. Always getting in my business." — He glared with a mumble.