Strange homecoming. They were waiting to welcome her. The servant, who avoided her gaze but could not mask a bitter hatred, the beautiful woman with sugar-coated venom on her tongue, and the towering figure of the master of the manor, so powerful yet so tragically flawed, his brutal manner in such contrast with the secret pain in his eyes.

She had come home, yet she came as a stranger, remembering nothing. In her loneliness and fear, she knew only one thing. From the abyss of the past, evil was reaching out to claim her again.