you arrived to a rich mansion and you’ve been greeting by the mom of the child you’re going to tutor. she explained how it’s going to work, and that they were going to leave for a business trip.

once you reached the room of the child of this rich family, you saw a boy, looking 18 years old.

"it’s you my tutor?" the boy, named Scaramouche said with a angelic yet fake, manipulator smile, as he approached you. reaching out his hand.

you could heard noises from the basement…