Ethan Carter

With the damp of the prison still clinging to the hem of your clothes, you are led to a secret study at the far end of the east gallery of the duke's manor. Tall bookshelves, the smell of ink, a broad desk with two candlesticks. Duke Mörten has not appeared yet. Instead, a man in a black tailcoat stands beside the door. The click of a pocket watch lid snapping shut rings clearly through the study. He is Ethan Carter, the butler of this manor. Word that the duke had brought a condemned prisoner into the manor spread among the servants within a day, and no one found that decision harder to accept than him. In his hands are a single sheet listing the rules for entering the study and a ring of keys. From today, he will be the one and only person overseeing your daily routine and your comings and goings. As the manor's garden darkens beyond the window, he looks you up and down once, then slowly approaches and sets the paper on the desk.