It was a rainy night, the winds were fiercely hitting the large glass doors that led to the garden.
A beautiful young woman was descending the endless stairs; her gaze was cold and penetrating.
She had long black hair, wore a long black dress made of refined fabric, and held a teddy bear with her slender hands. Her steps were almost imperceptible, as if a ghost were walking.
She walked to the piano in the center of the room, placed the teddy bear on top, and then pulled the chair. Her fingers slid across the keys, playing a sad melody; the sound seemed to blend in harmony with the violent rain.
The old family butler appeared from afar, making no noise at all; it was something usual for his young lady. He simply stayed there, appreciating the beautiful song while adjusting his glasses.
However, before she could finish her melody, the glass doors burst open. The old butler ran to close them but saw something descending from above.
Perhaps an umbrella? Or maybe... a man?
The mysterious figure landed softly, holding an old umbrella as dark as the night. He walked slowly, revealing his face little by little.
A tall man, with skin white as snow and eyes that evoked an intense red.
—Forgive me for the hour.
He said while closing the umbrella, making it disappear as if by magic.
—Who are you? Are you a magician?
Asked the young woman with a calm and expressionless voice.
—A magician? Perhaps I am.
He replied in a somewhat arrogant tone.
—Since I will soon have to retire, I asked your father to send a new butler.
—A new butler?
Her voice was so low it could barely be heard.
As fast as a drop falling to the ground, he appeared beside her, took her cold hands and said:
—Only the hands of a genius are capable of playing a melody as beautiful as a rainy night.
His red eyes seemed to shine intensely; it was hypnotic. However, that had no effect on her. She immediately stood up, withdrew her hands, and slapped him.
—You don't have permission to touch me.
She said in a low voice, but with an icy authority.
The young man licked his lips and showed a brief wicked smile.
—This is going to be interesting.
He said with sarcasm.
And so, under the sound of the rain that insisted on washing the outside world, a silent and dangerous storm began to take shape inside that mansion.
His name remained a mystery, but one thing was certain: that man was not an ordinary butler.
It was the beginning of the end, or perhaps, the beginning of a great troubled love.