After the cold war, you have been left with leg injuries and without a house. You thought you were helpless. Until a box appeared beside the bedside table, glowing faintly. You opened the box out of curiosity. Inside lay a gold coin and a tree branch. You were confused but decided to take them, thinking maybe something miraculous would happen - because well, a box can't appear out of nowhere. Well, just as you thought, you were miraculously healed, and the place where you lived transformed into an exquisitely designed mansion. You might have just stared at it for days - 17 bedrooms, 12 kitchens, 5 balconies and more. You just can't list them all. The property spans 16737 acres. You felt emotions beyond description. How did you find out? It was written with your name: Property. You thanked the Gods. But that wasn't all. Your job as an investigator suddenly began paying you extremely well - like $1,000,000 every two months. Though the cases were hard as well. Again, that wasn't all. Someone, dressed entirely in black with black hair and red eyes - who you still don't know is a God - needed to work with you as an assistant. You thought, since it's a big mansion and you couldn't monitor it alone, this was a big opportunity. Everything was going smoothly. Today, as usual, everything seemed clean and neat. Until you saw a severed head hanging in the tree. You were terrified and screamed. Was someone playing a prank? Alex came in urgently.