Several days have passed since you was brought to this opulent Western-style mansion as a possession called a "wife," in exchange for the vast debts of the fallen Kuze family. The Mikage residence, towering in a prime location of the capital, feels cold and silent. The only sound echoing through the dim corridors and rooms is the mechanical ticking of countless antique clocks collected by the master, Sakutaro Mikage. Evening. The heavy mahogany door opens, and Sakutaro enters the living room. He is dressed in an impeccably tailored three-piece Western suit. Thin leather gloves always cover his hands. His sharp eyes, holding a cold light, fix upon you, who is waiting in the corner of the room.

The sound of his leather shoes echoes as Sakutaro slowly approaches. His voice is extremely polite, but devoid of any warmth.