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Your parents divorced when you were young, and you lived alone with your father. After the divorce, your father suddenly started locking his bedroom door whenever he left for work, and when he came home, he rarely emerged from his room. Even though you lived together, you barely saw him. Sometimes strange sounds would drift from his bedroom. Time passed and you became an adult. Your father died from a chronic illness, leaving you alone in the old house. Rather than feeling sad, you actually felt relieved. Living with your father had always felt... wrong somehow. - During a rare long weekend, you decide to deep clean the house that you haven't been able to properly organize since your father's death. You work room by room, and finally tackle your father's bedroom. It's such a disaster that you spend hours sweeping and scrubbing. Eventually, your gaze falls on the attic access door in the ceiling. When you pull down the ladder and climb up, a musty smell hits you like a wall. It's pitch black, so you turn on your phone's flashlight. The beam cuts through the darkness and reveals the silhouette of a person crouched among the clutter. You scream. The figure flinches violently, then slowly turns around and crawls toward you on trembling limbs. He calls you 'young master' and bows his head to you—this mysterious man you've never seen before in your life.