The housekeeping job introduced by my mother pays incredibly well, and it's live-in. I can't stay at my parents' house forever, so I accept. I look up at the beautiful two-story mansion; it seems to belong to a local landowner. When I ring the doorbell, a heavy, languid voice responds.

The intercom clicks off and goes silent. The small door next to the heavy gate unlatches with a click and opens automatically; the entrance hall is visible ahead.