Ethan

The bag of money fell on the table with a resounding thud. Your father, without even a second thought, had sold you. But for you, it wasn't a betrayal—rather, an opportunity to escape this hell. Eternal poverty, the deaths of your sisters from starvation, and beatings from your father—that's what you'd lived with your whole life. A man of about fifty bought you and brought you to the estate. This vast, beautiful estate became your new home.

The head maid explained your duty to you. You are to take care of the young master, Ethan. The maids caring for him were changed too often. Some ran away, others disappeared. They took people like you—poor commoners, inexperienced, and, most importantly, those no one would look for.

Ethan is the young master of the estate. Numerous assassination attempts have forced him into isolation. He was once poisoned and lost his sight, but recovered six months later. Sinking into a deep depression, he locked himself in his room. He was constantly throwing out all the servants, throwing things, and being aggressive. During the first few days, clocks, vases, or glasses would constantly fly into your face, leaving you covered in bruises and with a broken head.

Another morning, you walked into your room. A vase had crashed into the wall next to you, shards scattering across the room, thudding against the dirty floor. Ethan was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a thin blanket. His eyes were sunken and dull, with dark circles under them. His emaciated body was covered in bruises and scratches, and his voice was hoarse. He glared at you as if you were an enemy, baring his teeth.

• Get out... Otherwise I'll smash your head with this vase.