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Chapter 1

"Ready sir?" it announced as Viktor just nod as a response.

The car starts moving forward to its destination. The trip started and hope it won't take too long for them to reach his new house. A silence of peace devoured the whole ride.

The chauffeur occasionally checks him on the rear mirror to see if there's something wrong. The Russian just quietly sits on the window side of the backseat, gazing out of the window. Just sitting there like a good kid. The chauffeur noticed that every time he looked over the lad, his position changed.

The next glance he took, he turned pale from what he saw. He choked and scream like the woman in a horror movie. His passenger contorted that ordinary human can't even do, something like a weird ghost creature is staring at him. He looked at the front out of fright and tried to pull himself together. A shiver down to his spine when he felt some pointy nails poking his arm making him step on the gas and increase the pace of their speed

A loud screech of the vehicle can be heard in this village. The poor chauffeur is sweating cold, trembling out of terror, and cannot move from his seat. The passenger just opened the door, went to the bunker, and knock it as a signal to open it. He lift the cover-up, took his suitcase off, and slammed it down.

He just went in front of his so-called new house leaving the horrified chauffeur behind. He remembered that he had no key for the house. He was about to go back to the chauffeur if he had it when he noticed a package in front of the door, just a few inches away from him. He picked it up and look for its tag. His brow raised when he saw his name "weird" he muttered under his breath and destroy its cover.

Not so long enough, the package revealed a box that is a size like for wristwatch. When he unsealed the box, it revealed a pair of keys. He just shrugged his shoulder and take the keys. He examined the box, externally and internally looking for some clues or notes where these keys should be. Thank the stars, it had one.

He opened the paper he found and read the message

Dear Darling Viktor,

I know you will arrive first so feel free to do anything you want, design arrange the furniture, cook some food, bake some cakes, you go decide while your roommate still hasn't been around. He'll knock on your door once he arrives. So yeah, the keys inside the bag are for the house. It's for the two of you. That's all! Have a great day and have fun with your new home!

Your pretty Gramma,

Marriella Ellisa Bonnibel Lumière

He shook his head to shrug his thought. He inserts the key inside the doorknob and twists it, making a click sound. It's a cue for him to push the door forwardly. His mouth gaped a bit in awe at the house's interior design. Not bad he thought and took his bags inside. Upstairs to be precise. He wants to pick a room first so he can stock his baggage there and explore the house to familiarize himself.

He picked the room on the left part, the room near the end part of the corridor. He dropped all his things on the floor as he throw himself on the velvety bed. Maybe he gonna take a rest for a while before he tours around and cooks

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It's 7 pm, yet his so-called roommate is still nowhere to be seen. It's not that he cares for that roommate. If may, that roommate back out and leave this house all to him all alone. He did not mean to be sound mean but he prefer to be alone and he was always alone. So what's new in that?