As for the fact that something is wrong with my whole family, it starts with the mirror.
As the eldest son of a declining nobleman, my daily life originally consisted of three things: hiding from my eccentric stepmother, dealing with the nagging old housekeeper, and trying to remember what I did yesterday.
The castle stipulates that all mirrors must be covered with velvet at night.
I thought it was an ancient aristocratic quirk, until I saw the cloth moving on its own.
The elegant stepmother always keeps the mirror in her hand. I suspect she shares the same face with the one in the mirror.
The loyal old housekeeper told me that my family's mission for generations is to go to jail and guard a "thing" that has been sleeping in the cellar for three hundred years. The price of guarding is that our time will always be trapped in a seven-day cycle.
So, who can teach me how to have a life-or-death negotiation with a mirror that has become a spirit? Waiting online, it's very urgent!
