Arthur could feel something heavy was applying pressure to his cheek, after all the fluffiness that surrounded him in a dark embrace. Something, both soft and hard at the same time, like it was covered by a piece of cloth, and was placed on him. No, more like he was placed on it. He slowly began to feel the stiffness of his body, as his senses began to go online after a few hours being neutralized. 

[i][color=f7976a]What just happened?[/color][/i] He thought to himself, his eyes still closed. 

He remembered driving his car on the road leading up to the mansion, stopping right at its entrance, mumbling to himself that he was lost. Then he knocked onto the door, a scarred maid came out to greet him. And that's it. What happened afterwards was the endless fluffiness that almost completely soothed his senses, until now. 

[i][color=f7976a]Wait...that means.[/color][/i]

His eyes shot open, and his face bolted up in an instant. That moment, a painful headache slammed onto his head like a sledgehammer being brought down upon him. He instinctively grabbed hold his forehead with his hand, as he realized, he was still wearing his gloves. He realized that he was now inside the house, along with several people that he was unfamiliar with, his attires completely unchanged when he was still driving the car. His gloves, his red embellished jacket, and even his boots, all still on him, all clean. 

That was strange. He was inside the house now, so he must have had entered it on his own will, since he wasn't like being binded or anything. His clothes was still clean and smooth. But if he had entered it on purpose, he should have had removed all the unnecessary belongings with him. Ok, he might have forgotten the jacket and the gloves, but the boots too? It is very rude to be wearing boots into other people's houses, especially after walking in the rains. Arthur knew that for a man of his manners, he would never ever allow it to happen.

The young thirty five years old manager looked around, his gaze danced around to register everything he can see. He saw, or rather smelled the sweet and delicious ordors of food, as they were all laid out grandly on the table. However, there was signs that they had been eaten somewhat partially. Did he eat it? He did not think so, as he was unconscious all the time. 

Then suddenly, his gaze was forcefully drawn to the end of a table, where a young girl could be heard greeting everybody in the table. The next thing he saw was the magnificence of her charming dress, along with her beautiful face, and a soft yet...mysterious voice. Arthur couldn't help but feel the eccentricity behind that tone of a sound. He knew from the beginning that something was wrong with his mansion, but the wrongest one, if he had to admit, would be her.