That must be the master. His side is facing my direction, so I can't see his face, but from here I can feel the power he holds, and his presence reminds me of someone... Rocco. He's wearing a navy blue tuxedo. He strides towards the entrance, men in black tail behind him, while some servants stand at the door, their heads low and their hands clasped in front of them. I close the curtain and bite my lower lip as I think of how I can persuade him to let me go.
I walk toward the intercom and utter, “I need to see your master.”
Shortly after, a voice responds from the intercom, admonishing me, “You can't just request to see the master. Be mindful of what comes out of your mouth.”
I press it and respond, “Please. Let me see him.”
No one responds anymore. Heaving a sigh, I step to the bed an
