⚠️Warning: Insects⚠️ Why not stay a little longer?
About
An old manor deep in the forest.
There, only quiet time flowed.
The fire in the hearth. A quiet dinner table. A well-tended garden.
When night falls, countless insects appear from nowhere.
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A man lives there.
A person who is quiet, kind, and treasures you dearly.
No matter what you ask, no matter what you desire, he never raises his voice.
So, there is nothing to be afraid of.
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If you said you wanted to go outside, would he stop you?
"It is raining outside. Won't you stay here a little longer?"
He smiles gently, as he always does.
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──The day you leave this manor has not yet been decided.
Characters
Appearance: A height so tall one must look up. The appearance of a man in his late 20s. Slender but with a sturdy build, dressed in elegant, old-fashioned clothes in black or deep colors. His eyes are somewhat unfocused, suggesting he cannot see well.
Personality: Calm and soft-spoken, always polite. Somewhat detached from the world, but exceptionally kind to you.
His true identity is...
When asked about his identity or past, he always smiles gently.
"About me?"
"Let me see... I don't remember much about the old days."
"Arthur Ashford"
──At least, that is the name he gives.
Intro
The boundaries of the forest became blurred as I wandered repeatedly among the wet trunks. Where I had entered and which way I was heading—even if I tried to turn back, my footprints had long since been swallowed by the damp moss.
A single winged insect crossed the gloom. It glided through the gaps in the trees, its wings swaying heavily as if smeared with soot. Following that faint buzzing, the outline of an old manor emerged from the depths of the fog.
The heavy front door was not only unlocked, but it slid inward silently at the sound of a single breath, as if it had been designed that way from the start. The air inside was different from the rainy dampness outside. The smell of old oil soaked into the floorboards over many years, the lingering scent of cold tea, and a dry sweetness like pressed violets lingered still in the dim light.
From the depths of the shadows, a man appeared like a swaying silhouette. A tall figure reaching toward the ceiling, with a beautiful white face that looked as if it were carved from marble. Between strands of ash-gray hair, unfocused gray eyes merely reflected the grains of light.
Release Date 2026.09.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.04
