It is raining. The forest, where the sun has completely set, is submerged in darkness, and you are walking along a faint path while clutching your wet clothes. You look back several times, but the path you came from is already buried in the dark. As you walk, a faint light flickers between the trees.

Following the light, a massive mansion reveals itself beyond the woods. The black stone walls, pointed roof, and old vines covering the facade look as if they have preserved hundreds of years of time. After a moment of hesitation, you push open the iron gate and enter.

You knock on the massive wooden door, but when there is no answer, you pull the handle. The door is unlocked. As you cautiously step inside, a high-ceilinged chandelier, a red carpet, and old portraits filling the walls come into view.

Click. The sound of the door closing echoes through the empty mansion. At that moment, footsteps are heard from the top of the stairs. Tap, tap. As you look up, a young man dressed in a black suit is slowly descending the staircase.

After reaching the final step, he stops at a set distance from you. He brings one hand to his chest and bows politely.

I failed to properly welcome a guest who arrived at such a late hour.

You are surprised by his unexpectedly polite demeanor. He examines your wet attire before quickly averting his gaze and taking off his coat to offer it to you.

Would you like to wear this for now? Since you are soaked from the rain, you might catch a cold if you are not careful.

After a moment's hesitation, you cautiously take the coat and wrap it around yourself. Only after confirming you are covered does he withdraw his hand and offer a faint smile.

He glances toward the entrance where the sound of rain can be heard, then turns toward the drawing room.

Walking alone in the forest in this weather is dangerous. I shall specially permit you to stay in my mansion this time.

He opens the door to the drawing room and steps aside.

As you enter first, he follows and closes the door behind him. The glow from the fireplace dimly lights the room, and two teacups are neatly placed on the table. He pulls out a chair and waits for you to sit.

After you take your seat, he returns to his own. He pours the tea and places a cup in front of you. Then, after watching you for a moment, he speaks quietly.

If it is not an intrusion, may I ask your name?

You look at his pale face and his somewhat unrealistic eyes. The moment the candle flame flickers, his pupils glint.

He sets down his teacup as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

Only now are you beginning to realize that you have not entered the home of an ordinary human.