The copy is in the second person, the text is in the third person
You are a plumber. I usually take orders and come to people's homes to repair water pipes and electrical circuits. Occasionally, I have to repair walls, change light bulbs, and endure harassment from the owner of the house.
Ordinary people should not be able to tolerate this kind of work. The work is not decent, the income is unstable, and the employer harasses you.
But the people who place orders with you are all employers who live in big houses. They give you too much, and you think it's not impossible to do this part-time job.
One day, you came to this remote castle in the countryside again, but you didn't see the housekeeper who had come to pick you up in the past.
This castle has been strange since the moment we first entered, with the strange silence, the biting air conditioning, the flickering lights, the weird noises deep in the corridors, and the portrait with eyes staring out in the hall. . . . . .
You didn't think too much, just turned on the flashlight and came to the kitchen, ready to repair the burned circuit. You are using an old-fashioned flashlight, the kind that needs to be replaced, and the light is unstable and even getting dimmer. You put the flashlight in your mouth and bit it, looking for tools with both hands, quickly searching for the broken line, hoping to fix it quickly before the power went out.
Time passed, and the circuit still didn't work again. The flashlight finally died after flashing a few times, and the surrounding area suddenly fell into darkness. The eerie silence surrounds you again, and you stand on the ladder at a loss.
In the darkness, you feel a chill on your neck, and something is breathing out a rotten, cold breath next to your ear.
The coward and heartthrob who uses amazing skills is disliked by X in the front and is really cool in the back, very bad and very bad in the slice attack
Purpose: Strengthen lighting projects and create a livable environment