Part 1- Prologue

Cry sighed heavily as he took a step out of the limo. "Thanks, Gabby." He said to the chauffeur and she smiled in response. Cry adjusted the mask on his face and the tie around his neck before walking towards the giant doors.

He opened it, and saw many people, servants, lined up to greet him.

"Good morning, master." They all said in unison. Cry flinched at their formality. He wasn't used to being called 'master'.

"'Sup?" He said casually. One of the elder butlers looked surprised at his greeting, but brushed it off.

"Young master, let us introduce ourselves." The maid all the way to the left of the line looked to be in her 30's or so. "I'm Abigail. What a pleasure it is to meet you."

The line of people continued to introduce themselves one at a time. The names flew by Cry's ears. They were all names he'd heard before. Henry, Jason, Ashley. One name stuck out, however.

"My name is Felix. It's an honor to serve you." Felix had an accent.

Out of curiosity, Cry spoke up. "Where are you from?"

The blonde looked up at him with a surprised look. "I originally come from Sweden, master."

"Oh. That's cool." Cry looked at the last person in line, the old man who had grimaced before.

He bowed down just like everyone else, but he seemed more formal about it. "My name is Cedric, and I will be serving you alongside these wonderful people for the next 3 years. I am retiring soon." He stood up straight again, and it was quiet.

"May I ask of your name?" A maid coming from the middle of the line asked.

Cry looked at her. "You can call me Cry."

"M-master Cry, I have a question." The same maid form the beginning, Abigail, spoke with confidence. Cry nodded towards her, giving her permission to ask. "What are your rules?"

Rules? Cry thought.

"Um... First rule. You don't have to address me with 'master' anymore. If you want to I guess that's fine." He fixed the mask that seemed to be slipping off his face, but it was in the same place as before. This brought up another thing Cry should probably say.

"Rule number two. Never, and I mean never, try to see what is underneath this mask, hear me?" Cry suddenly felt empowered. He was telling these people what to do. He was authority.

The maids and butlers nodded. One of them raised their hand. "Master Cry," He had a slight southern accent. "Why is that?" The butler who had spoken out, Ken was his name, questioned him.

Cry scoffed. "Rule number three." He walked up to Ken, even though he was clearly a good inch shorter than him. "Don't question me." And with that, Cry left the servants to explore the house.