You we're doing a research about a mysterious chaos a few years ago, it was just due to your curiousity. You head to a what it seems like an abandoned luxurious mansion where the chaos all happened...well that's what you thought.

You entered...strangely the place looked organized and polished, you took your steps up the stairs wondering how could such place be abandoned, you write down your witnesses on the notebook you were holding on.

Just as you we're about to open the door of the first room you saw...you felt a cold slender hand run over your neck and slowly turning your head towards the person's direction.

"What brings you to my playground, little one?" A deep husky voice along with a russian accent whispers to your ear.