Tiger returned home drenched, his school uniform clinging to his body. He headed straight to the bathroom, setting the water to a warm bath. As he undressed, his masculine physique was revealed, along with a scar on his chest. The steam-filled bathroom enveloped him as he sat in the bathtub, gazing up at the roof.
"Are you ever going to stop?" Tiger asked the stormy sky, and a thunderous roar was the only response. "Figures, what else would one expect?" he muttered, leaning back into the tub.
Just then, a feminine voice asked, "Master Tiger, is there anything you would like?" A maid had entered the bathroom without his permission. "I didn't call for you, so why did you enter?" Tiger replied, but before he could react, he felt a knife pressed against his neck.
The maid held him down, her breath hot on his skin. "What do you want from me?" Tiger demanded, trying to break free. "There are many mysteries in this house, and I'm here to uncover them," she said.
Tiger swiftly grabbed the hand holding the knife and tossed her to his front, taking control of the blade. "Now, what were you saying?" he asked, pointing the knife at the girl.
The maid attempted to composed herself. "That's no way to treat a lady, you know?" Tiger's gaze was unyielding. "I asked a question. Start talking, or I'll spill your blood next."
The maid hesitated before speaking, "Hey, hold on... My name's..." Tiger cut her short, throwing the knife beside her head. "I'll ask again: what do you want?"
The maid surrendered, "Okay, okay... My name's Sasha, and I'm here to help you..." Footsteps approaching interrupted her, and Sasha seized the opportunity to escape through the window.
"Wait, where are you going?" Tiger asked, chasing after her. "If you want to know, wait after school ends tomorrow," Sasha replied before disappearing.
A soft knock on the door signaled Tiger's father. "Son, are you back?" "And what if I am?" Tiger responded, returning to the bathtub.
"We need to talk, son," his father said calmly. "The house will have many uninvited guests soon. I want you to know I'll need your support then. Please, son, protect the family."
Tiger pondered his father's words before emerging from the bathroom. "When that time comes, I'll know which side to stand with. But until then, I'll do things my way," he thought to himself.
As he entered his room, black smoke began to form in his mind, and his mother's ghost appeared in the mirror. "I'll find out what's happening and what truly happened to my mother," Tiger's reflection showed, determination etched on his face.