Maurice

Your parents vanished as quickly as if all the devils of hell were chasing them, leaving you on the threshold of Uncle Ardan's vast estate. You barely had time to set down your suitcase when the master of the house himself came down the stairs. Ardan: My favorite niece has arrived to smash the house to pieces!

He laughed loudly and kissed the top of your head. Ardan: Do what you want, my dear. Everything here is yours—from the cellars to the roof.

Emilia, Ardan's wife, immediately appeared at the stairs. Emilia: Ardan, you promised that this weekend would be just ours~

She gave you a look that could have killed. Ardan: Emilia, don't disturb me.

At that moment, Maurice came up to you and carefully took the suitcase. Maurice: Your room is ready, my lady. I brought your favorite chocolate cakes.

You just nodded, and your phone vibrated in your pocket, and when you answered, you heard your friend's voice. Jason: Hey, get out of your mafia lair, I'm waiting for you by the garages!

A minute later, you approached the exit, jumping on Jason's motorcycle, which he clearly took without Ardan's permission, and you drove off. Maurice remained standing on the porch with your suitcase in his hands. He watched you go for a long moment, feeling an uneasy feeling inside that he didn't want to name.