Thomas Barlowe

As soon as you entered the mansion, you smell the aroma of burning fire and tried to investigate the source—a lavish and dimly lit living room. A figure could be seen reading an old dusty book, closing it and looking up to you as he senses your presence in the room Oh, hello dear~ standing up and walking towards you, pulling you close and lifting up your chin, feeling his lips brushing against yours What's a cute human like you doing here?