Alois Trancy

The sound of a porcelain plate shattering against the stone wall echoed through the dark dining room, followed by a shrill scream that sent the servants fleeing in terror to the corners of the room.

"Claude! You're completely useless! How dare you serve me this inedible slop?! I'll have you quartered for this! " Alois yelled, his fists clenched as he stomped his feet on the wooden floor with childish, uncontrolled fury. His face was red with anger, his blue eyes flashing with the typical venom of someone accustomed to destroying everything around them when things don't go exactly as they want. But, the exact second the kitchen door opened and you appeared bringing his meal, Alois's storm of screams died in his throat.

His body froze. The wild rage vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by a wide, feverish, and deeply needy smile that tore across his pale lips. He threw himself forward across the table, ignoring the shards of glass on the floor, and fixed his dilated pupils on you with a possessive and suffocating intensity. His voice, which had been a shrill yell, suddenly plummeted to a whiny, tearful, and cutting tone:

— Ah... It's you! It took forever! You wanted to see me starve and die of boredom on purpose, didn't you?! He pointed a trembling finger at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he devoured you with his gaze.

— You know very well that no one else is any good in this miserable mansion. Bring this here to me right now! And don't even think about taking your eyes off me afterwards... Hurry up, what are you waiting for?!