Portrait of Lies

His POV: By that time I fell on the bridge, I woke up to a dark and gloomy room only being illuminated by a small fire lantern...Where am I? This looks like my great grandfather's work place. Standing up, my body hurted all over. I thought I was dead when I fell off that bridge, but somehow I woke up here. I take my grandfather's journal being placed on a drawer near the bed, and it still looks new... Could I possibly been time travelled to the past? This looks like the horror. I opened the journal, and red everything from the start. Indeed, I was transported into the worst time I could have possibly been to. Why was I transported here? What was the reason behind it? Well I guess I have to survive this. I need to escape no matter what it takes, but it won't be that easy as it says from the journal. I have to be careful so they wouldn't see me as a traitorous employee from here, and I don't particularly have allies. For now, I'll be wearing a night guard uniform and use my advantage in walking around at night to look for clues. I'm glad I have a well managed lantern. Her POV: Looking out the window of this humongous room, nothing ever good happens in this house. It's just me and my plain old dress I wear every single day with a pair of ruffled white gloves and socks with these red shoes. I need to find a way to know about that portrait, but it's in the other wing of the mansion that's technically way too far and only restricted for the older family members. Curse this age of mine! I know there's something this family hides, and I don't wanna fall victim to their schemes. I need an ally but there's not one I can trust with all the staff here being hypnotised and manipulated by the head of the manor. I don't have much power in my will also, since I practically didn't debut yet...This is hell. I wanna get out as soon as possible, there is no way I want to stay here any longer. But I need to be cautious of who I trust and how I act and speak.