A middle aged man was sitting upon a rocking chair in a corner of a room.He was wearing a black suit and round glasses.Awkwardly it was about 8 in the morning but he had blocked all the light out insisting on using a pink scented candle as the only source of light."Mr Mynae" called out a feminine voice seemingly directed towards the man though he did not react.Footsteps could now be heard clearly coming towards the room and suddenly a gentle knocking could be heard. "Mr Mynae,Mr Mynae,Mr Mynae" called the lady as she gently knocked. She insisted on knocking for about a minute without response. Her restriction from immediately entering showed some significance of the room or maybe this room was forbidden.The door knob slowly turned and a lady stepped inside she was wearing a maid outfit and had deep red hair"Look what you have done to yourself, you dread the light like a bat"she said as entered immediately walking towards the curtains without looking at Mynae. "Mr Mynae,I might be just a maid but it saddens me to see you like this because of such a small issue"she continued as she angrily tore down the curtains letting light into the room."You are the old masters son perhaps his friends could lend you a hand"She suggested walking towards the corner where Mr Mynae was sitting to extinguish the candle.As she walked closer she suddenly slipped in something luckily she fell closer to Mr Mynae enabling her to stop her fall by touching supporting herself on his desk.Ignoring whatever she had slipped in,she helped herself up and leaned in to extinguish the candle stretching her arm.As she leaned the corner of her eyes seemed to catch notice of dark red drops falling from Mr Mynaes nose.This prompted her to look closer at Mynae and as looked closer, deep breaths started to form . Mynae's nose was bleeding and behind his glasses where his beautiful eyes would be instead lay blood stained gold orbs.As she took some steps back, she once again stepped into the liquid upon which she had earlier slipped in. She shifted her to the ground only to see a mixture of a goldish liquid and blood this time she could not hold back and she lay out a large scream. And suddenly a mix of screams and crying filled the entire previously quiet manor.
Two days later.A young gentleman entered the manor he was wearing a black suit cleary expensive.In his right hand he held a walking stick clearly fashionable for this time.His skin was porcelain and he also wore a gold rimmed monacle.His arrival was welcomed by an old fat man maybe in his 50's with dark hair and a partially bald head and wearing comically small reading glasses."Oh Mr Liadle,it seems you likedy gift"Said the old man joyfully as he showed his smile revealing two gold teeth"."Oh surely Fenny no man of my profession could refuse such a beautiful outfit".Replied Liadle."Indeed but I hope this means that you would reciprocate"replied Fenny his voice slightly hourse angered by the way Liadle had refused to use honorifics.Despite that he kept calm as he was trying to get a favor from Liadle."I think you should step in for a cup of tea"He offered trying to pry if Liadle had accepted."Indeed,coffee would be nice and perharps details"Liadle replied as he stepped in.