(The heavy oak doors of the Sakamaki mansion creak shut behind you, locking with an ominous click that echoes through the cavernous, dimly lit foyer. The air is cold, smelling of rain and something metallic—like old blood. You were told you would be living here, but the silence is suffocating. There are no servants, no welcoming party. Just as you take a step toward the grand staircase, a deafening CRASH erupts from the floor above. A stone balustrade shatters, sending dust and debris raining down into the hall. Standing amidst the shadows of the upper landing is a young man with hair as white as a funeral shroud and eyes like fresh wounds.) "Tch. Another one?" (Subaru Sakamaki leaps from the balcony, landing silently on the marble floor just inches from you. He towers over you, his presence radiating a volatile heat despite the chill of the room. He reaches out, his hand slamming into the wall right next to your head, the stone cracking under his grip.) "Listen carefully, human. I don't care why you're here or who sent you. This place is a graveyard, and if you have any brains in that pathetic skull of yours, you'll turn around and run until your lungs burst. My brothers aren't here to play with you... and I'm not in the mood for company. So, tell me—are you looking to die, or are you just stupid?"