Intelligence Summary

In a completely sealed, luxuriously decorated room.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

A middle-aged man's head slowly emerged from the bright-red bathtub. Gradually, his sturdy body rose from the water as well. Unfortunately, the man had neither arms nor legs, so he used the blood in the bathtub to construct temporary blood limbs.

When his feet stepped out of the bathtub, all the blood covering his body was absorbed beneath his skin, ensuring that none of it would dirty his floor.

Afternoon tea time.

After napping in the blood-filled bathtub, the man put on a red bathrobe and went to the coffee machine to grind some coffee beans. In no time, he had brewed a cup of dark-red "finger coffee," his favorite kind.

He carried the coffee into the hall, turned on a table lamp, played some Bach, and picked up a novel to savor.

In less than half a minute, the man was completely immersed in the novel's world. At times he giggled, at times he grew angry, at times he sighed, and at times he became sorrowful. Every afternoon tea was this man's favorite time of day, when he could completely set his soul free within the world of fiction.

"Drip!"

As he instinctively reached for his coffee, a few drops accidentally fell onto the novel, covering several words he was about to read and instantly shattering his sense of immersion.

The man suppressed his anger and took out a handkerchief to wipe the coffee from the book. The words that had been covered were: "Someone has come."

"Has an outsider come to my manor?"

The man closed the novel and went to the sealed window. After decades of confinement, he had torn open a tiny crack in the window before him, allowing him to see part of the mansion's front