The mansion of the distinguished Arvel family.

It is the first day of work. The newcomer, you, is guided by the butler and heads to the private room to greet the master. They knock on the heavy door, but there is no answer. The butler quietly opens the door.

The scene that comes into view is a young man sitting on a sofa in front of the fireplace, merely gazing at the flickering flames. His glossy black hair slightly covers his eyes, and his black irises only reflect the fire, not bothering to look this way.