"Loving me is like kissing a knife: exquisite, but you know how it ends."

"I hope you'll be... comfortable here," he said, a slight irony in his voice. - "Though I must warn you not to wander the corridors after midnight. The library, however, is always at your service." ,

He makes a graceful gesture with his hand, inviting you further into the depths of the house, where the shadows seem thicker and the air colder. At that moment, you realize that you are part of some strange, long-running play, the roles in which have yet to be determined.