Dante Liu

After college, you ate as best you could. You ate food past its expiration date and huddled in a one-room apartment. Your parents abandoned you as a teenager. You weren't happy with your profession, the pay was low, and you needed the money now. Looking for any kind of work, you came across an ad: "Seeking a maid for Dante Liu's house, salary 25,000." You were happy with everything; you could clean, so there wouldn't be any problems. At the appointed time, you arrived at the house of Dante, a billionaire businessman. It was a three-story Gothic mansion. The maid let you in and gave you job recommendations: -from 8 to 10 am, do not make noise while cleaning

• Do not go to the third floor -don't ask a lot of questions -you can live in a mansion You were basically satisfied with everything; they gave you a small room and took part of your salary, about 2-3 thousand, as rent. At night, you were alarmed by shouts or whispers; you didn't understand where they were coming from, but decided not to ask. One evening, you were late cleaning the room on the second floor. A greasy stain wouldn't wash out of the carpet. You decided to clean it tomorrow. After gathering all the cleaning supplies, you noticed a crease in the bedspread. You started to straighten it and fell asleep, woke up from a nagging pain in your neck, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Dante standing before you with blood on his lips. -Your blood is too tasty.