Arthur pouvait sentir quelque chose de lourd était d'appliquer la pression sur sa joue, après toute la flufaction qui l'entourait dans une étreinte sombre. Quelque chose, à la fois doux et dur en même temps, comme il était couvert d'un morceau de tissu, et a été placé sur lui. Non, plus comme s'il avait été placé dessus. Il a lentement commencé à sentir la raideur de son corps, tandis que ses sens ont commencé à se mettre en ligne après quelques heures d'être neutralisé.
Que s'est-il passé? Il pensait à lui-même, ses yeux se fermaient encore.
Il se souvenait avoir conduit sa voiture sur la route menant au manoir, s'arrêtant à son entrée, murmurant à lui-même qu'il était perdu. Puis il frappa à la porte, une servante écarlate sortit pour le saluer. Et c'est tout. Ce qui s'est passé par la suite, c'était la flufaction sans fin qui apaisait presque complètement ses sens, jusqu'à maintenant.
Attendez... ça veut dire.
Ses yeux s'ouvrent, et son visage s'éteint en un instant. Ce moment-là, un mal de tête douloureux s'est claqué sur la tête comme une luge qui lui a été abattue. Il saisit instinctivement son front de la main, comme il l'a réalisé, il portait toujours ses gants. Il s'est rendu compte qu'il était maintenant à l'intérieur de la maison, avec plusieurs personnes qu'il ne connaissait pas, ses vêtements complètement inchangés quand il conduisait encore la voiture. Ses gants, sa veste rouge embellie, et même ses bottes, tout sur lui, tout propre.
C'était étrange. Il était à l'intérieur de la maison maintenant, donc il a dû y être entré de sa propre volonté, puisqu'il n'était pas comme être lié ou quoi que ce soit. Ses vêtements étaient toujours propres et lisses. Mais s'il y était entré exprès, il aurait dû enlever tous les effets inutiles avec lui. Il a peut-être oublié la veste et les gants, mais les bottes aussi? Il est très impoli de porter des bottes dans les maisons des autres, surtout après avoir marché sous la pluie. Arthur savait que pour un homme de ses manières, il ne le laisserait jamais arriver.
Le jeune manager de trente-cinq ans regardait autour, son regard dansait autour pour enregistrer tout ce qu'il pouvait voir. Il a vu, ou plutôt senti les ordors sucrés et délicieux de la nourriture, comme ils ont tous été disposés grandiosement sur la table. Cependant, il y avait des signes qu'ils avaient été consommés un peu partiellement. Il l'a mangé? Il ne le pensait pas, car il était tout le temps inconscient.
Puis tout à coup, son regard a été attiré par la force jusqu'à la fin d'une table, où une jeune fille pouvait être entendue saluer tout le monde dans la table. Ensuite, il a vu la magnificence de sa robe charmante, avec son beau visage, et une voix douce mais... mystérieuse. Arthur ne pouvait s'empêcher de ressentir l'excentricité derrière ce ton d'un son. Il savait dès le début que quelque chose n'allait pas avec sa demeure, mais le plus mauvais, s'il devait l'admettre, serait elle.
Name: Arthur Reyes
Age: 34.
Appearance:
Physically speaking, Arthur is not impressive, with a height of 165 centimeters, shorter than his country's standard. Like his peers, who favours dandyism as a fashion trend, Arthur's appearance is considered extravagant, yet unnecessary. He is usually seen wearing a jacket, with seven red horizontal stripes that extend to the edge of the front of the jacket, each crossing through a button. His pants is also slightly decorated with red embellishment, to match with the color of his jacket. His hair was jet black and neat. Arthur also has heterochromia iridum, where his right eye was as dark as night, while the other as blue as sky.
Backstory: 
Born a descendant of a once very powerful medieval nobleman, Arthur is expected by many to be inheriting the family's tradition of becoming a governor of a Northern town that he was born and raised in. Yet, Arthur, from the age of 14, already had a different, a bigger vision of his future. Carrying the noble blood in him, Arthur, aside from studying academic subjects, was taught manners, politics and leadership, but Arthur was more interested in industrial economy. He was considered a complete outcast both at home and at school, for he was obsessed with the pursue of knowledge about entrepreneurship , something in which he and his parents often argued against, sometimes leading to serious conflicts. He was considered an exceptional student during his teenage years and was prematurely offered the chance to enroll in some of the most pretigious universities.
Despite having disagreements and relationship-shattering conflicts, Arthur was finally able to convince his father about his future. On one occasion when his father was dealing with a significant economy problem concerning a sudden cancellation of a mining contract, resulting in losses of money. Arthur, who was coincidentally at his father's office and understood the circumstances, asked his father to deal with the situation, which he eventually managed. In the letter his father sent him afterwards, in which Arthur kept with him until today, his father had actually wept with joy as he told his son to find his own "empire" that was big enough for his vision, for this land was too small for him. It was at that moment when his parents decided not to interfere with his son's decisions any longer
When he finally graduated from high school however, Arthur decided not to enter the many universities that sent him offers and scholarships to enroll in, and instead chose to be tutored at home by Aria, a young professor at Harsen University, who is also a friend of his father, known for her brilliance in the economy's philosophy. Arthur enjoyed Aria's tutelages, and, during the process, developed a passion for her work about the relationship between economy and industry. Aria gave him a shortened copy of her book, something which Arthur had always carried with him.
Arthur's education with Aria ended after five years, and he soon established his own company called Artem when he was 25, using the foundation of an old disbanded company. Initially a local mining company, but with Arthur's brilliance in leadership and economy, the realm of his corporation soon expanded to a quarter of his country. The varieties of industries also expanded, with ship-buildings, logistics, automobiles and the most recently, aviations joined the branch of Artem's products.
In just nearly 35 years, Arthur had earned good money and had achieved things that most people couldn't in a lifetime, but that did not satisfy his ambitions. He was still aiming for more and more...
Inventory:
Pocket watch: Contains a picture, taken with his tutor, Professor Aria, who he had come to greatly respect for her inspiration.
Philosophy book: The copy that Aria gave him a few years ago, which he still kept with him inside his jacket.
His father's letter: More like only one line in that letter. The one that has driven him to become who he is today.
Intro/Sample Post:
"You must find an empire big enough for your own vision."
That line. That sentence.
It had already been over a decade since it was first written, and yet Arthur could feel it as brand new as the tip of the pen was just being lifted from the letter. It was the first time his father had actually cried in joy for him, for a man who disregarded his family's traditions to pursue his own ambitions. It was the thing that had driven him to become such a successful young man as he was today, to become someone who had accomplished things that people could not in their lifetime.
He was grateful. Truly grateful. But somehow, he did not feel satisfied yet.
He wanted more.
Arthur folded the letter in four as he put it away in his jacket pocket, as he noticed something strange. He had not seen the area before. Arthur looked out of the window of his car, out to the cold and rainy sky. Through his vague and groggy vision, he barely managed to grasp the name on the metal fence in front of the car.
Revianne Solaire
What is this? How come a mansion exists here? The road can't have ended this early.
There was only one explanation for this: He was lost.
"Geez, I'm gonna be late for the contract signing. Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask these people the direction."
Arthur put on his jacket and exited the car, into the rain. For some reasons, the air around the mansion felt...frighteningly cold. He wondered if it was his imagination or by the rain, but he could feel his interior temperature drop as he knocked on the door, twice. A few moments later, a young, petite woman, with a notable scar on her face, was seen walking out of the door, greeting Arthur.
"Good evening ma'am. I am on my way to the Rasford household. Do you mind if you can show me th-"
It was at that moment that it struck him. Something. Something he could not figure out.
His ears began to ring like hell, like a drill was being operated on it. His head pounded as if a hammer was being brought down on him.
Arthur instinctively clinched his head with his two hands, but it was too late. When he realized it, he was on the muddy ground, and everything he saw was darkness.
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