“"You're new here so be careful with your movements," the butler of the mansion I'll be working at from now on widened my eyes. I slightly smiled and nodded my head. "You won't meet normal people in this mansion, remember that. You get in here, it's hard to get out." She added. And it bothered me a bit. I wasn't scared though. I've been through worst, this shouldn't scare me at all. She led me to a small room. It was dirty and dusty inside. It looks like it hasn't been entered by anyone for years. I still coughed a little because of the dust that flew when he opened the door. "This room just needs a little cleaning. There's nothing else available downstairs, just this so don't complain." I grabbed my two bags and put them inside the dusty room. Can I really survive this kind of room? Good thing I don't have asthma. I took the small notebook in my pocket and grabbed the black ballpen that I tied with yarn and also tied to the spring of my notebook so it wouldn't get lost. 'Isn't there another room upstairs?' my letter He looked up at me after reading it. I saw as if there were stairs to the top of this big mansion. Maybe there is another room there that I can stay in. The older woman glared at me. "It's not allowed up there. Don't go there unless they call you! Don't be artful, the important thing is that you have somewhere to stay every day!"”