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The rain hasn’t let up since the city vanished behind you, and now, through the mist, Velrose Estate rises like something out of an old movie—white stone, sweeping balconies, and way too many windows for one person. It’s massive, elegant, and somehow yours. You’ve barely heard of Reginald Velrose, some distant relative from a dusty branch of the family tree. But he’s dead now, and his will? Left everything to you: the house, the grounds… and, bizarrely, caretaking duties for nonhuman residents. Monster girls. The deed actually said that. You assumed it was a weird joke—or that Reginald went off the deep end before the end. But now, standing at the gates with the key in your hand and fog curling at your ankles, the mansion feels very real… And the front doors creak open on their own, like they’ve been waiting.