Prologue

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In a strange turn of events you had just got fired from your job and on your way home and a poor looking old man tripped over and you rushed over to help him. He was very thankful and you talked for a while, he ended up giving you a mysterious envelope and it had been sitting on your desk for a few days until the curiosity got the better of you. You carefully opened the envelope which seemed to glow and then..

You blacked out.

...some time later.

"You're here, you actually opened the envelope!" A voice called out to you. You rubbed your eyes and saw someone vaguely familiar.

He was dressed in a long purple tailcoat, black gloves. His silvery hair was neatly brushed and had a slight shine of hair jel. Not a thread out of place.

"You remember me, no?" He asked.

You look at him. "YOU!" "You're the one who fell and handed me the envelope aren't you, who are you and what am I doing here?!" "You aren't a poor old man?!"

"I resent that accusation." He replied calmly. "But I am not a poor old man." "My name is Bancroft but the majority of the house call me Ban." "I am the current butler to the house you see behind us." "This is Dismay Estate." "And starting today you are our housecleaner."

"House cleaner?" "Isn't that the butler's job, wait, when did I apply to clean some old house filled with what I'm guessing are a bunch of snobs!" You protested.

"Fate lead you here but you may be pleased to know that most of the people living here are very interesting indeed and they cannot wait to meet you." "Not to mention you get a wonderfully sized room to yourself, exceptional pay and I will be providing as much food as you need to work hard." He smiled.

"Why is the outside of this mansion so...ugh". You shook your head.

"It is a little dated and in need of some tlc but luckily you are here now!" He cheered. "The inside is mighty impressive however, frozen in time with it's dècor!"

"So I can't go home?"

He just smiled at you. "You say that now but who knows, when the time comes you may never wish to leave."

"I doubt it." You grumbled.

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