Hector woke up as he felt the rays of the sun in his eyes. He felt refreshed from yesterday only a small headache remained as remainder.

Then he remembered that today was a beyonder gathering led by Eye of Wisdom.

But first, he needed to rest some more. So he called for one of the servants and told them to postpone breakfast for a little bit.

In a few hours, he started to feel even better thanks to cogitation. And so he went with his day as usual.

"Good morning sir." Hector heard someone speak when he entered the dining room. When he turned to face the person he saw a man of older age.

A man standing before him head graying short hair that was combed back. His cheekbones were high with deep sunken eyes on which silver-trimmed glasses stood.

His figure was on the thin side and his posture was impeccable as always. He wore a black butler uniform with white gloves.

His name was Albert. He served in their family as a butler for more than a decade. After his father had bought this villa he hired Albert and he remained with them ever since.

When Hector's parents died in the accident he and the head maid were a great help to Hector with managing Villa and assisting him with any trouble he had.

Whenever Albert looked at Hector he felt a strange sensation as if he was being stared at by some monster.

"I'm sorry for my absence lately but there were some problems that needed to be get rid of in the household" Albert spoke with a small smile.

"Good morning to you too Albert. It's good to know that all problems were solved" Hector replied not understanding completely but he didn't have all memories so he didn't worry too much.

He remembered Albert to be reliable and Hector trusted him so it should be alright.

"Ah, and it is good that you are on the correct path. It is usually the first step that is the hardest. Scars of the past are important to healing." Albert spoke kindly but then became more serious.

"And I must also remind you that tomorrow is a banquet held by the Thomson family. I have already prepared a gift for them." When Hector heard about the banquet he became nervous as he never participates in a gathering like this. Luckily the original owner of the body had some memories that he would follow. What a good butler he already prepared the gift.

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After finishing his breakfast he went to the family safe to prepare some money for the gathering.

He took two thousand pounds from the safe. When he was leaving his heart skipped a beat and he felt some spirituality from the safe.

He reaches in and finds a golden ring with a red gem. When he took the ring for closer inspection he no longer felt any spirituality from it.

Then he tried to put some of his spirituality into the ring. He felt a resisting force from the ring.

"Is it sealed?" Hector thought and tried to put it on. When he wore the ring on his left middle finger he realized the stupidity of his actions.

Sh*t! What m am I doing? He saw as his hand started to blacken. NO NO NO NO!

His emotions started to spike and he felt like losing control but then it stopped. His hand returned to normal and his mind calmed down. He felt like he was falling down the cliff to his death but then he suddenly stopped.

"Never again." Hector sighed and spoke.

When he looked at the ring once more he felt nothing from it. It looked like an ordinary golden ring.

He thought if he should put it away but then why should he? It was special. The ring had beyonder properties but it was sealed. And most importantly he felt connected to it.

When he decided to keep the ring he could swear that the gem on the ring glowed for a second.

Then he went to his room to further study the ring.

When it was time to leave he went to the door where he meet Albert.

Albert saw the ring that Hector wore"You have found the master's ring."

Hector saw that Albert was smiling broadly as he was staring at the ring. "Uh... Yes, it was in the safe. And I thought that it looked nice." He said nervously. "So it was Father's ring? I don't remember him ever wearing it."

"It was your father's treasure. His memento from his family." Albert said strangely and then continued "It is good that it is in your hands now." Albert spoke and then suddenly turned to leave.

Hector saw him scratching his chest as he walked away. Yeah, something is wrong with him. Great more things to worry about. But it is not like he was the one that killed original Hector's parents. That would be a letdown.

He thought and then turned around and left the villa.

When he arrived at the Bravehearts bar he nodded to the security guard and entered. He went directly to the bar and ordered a glass of beer, then he found Kaspars in the billiard room, playing with two more people present.

From his proud smile, it looked like he was winning. When he saw Hector standing at the door and realized his intentions he cursed and told one of them to take his place.

He then walked to the door and said in a low voice. "So you have come. I'll take you to a place where the people with strange powers gather. As for whether or not you can find what you are looking for it has nothing to do with me.

However I have to warn you to not anger them, or you might not like the consequences.

Kaspars then remained silent as he was looking at Hector. After a second or two Hector realized what he wanted.

He smiled and said, "Do I need to pay you?"

Kaspars nodded, pleased. "Two pounds"

Hector just smiled and paid him two one-pound notes.

Kaspars turned his head to his fellow players to inform them that he was leaving. Hobbling along, he led Hector towards the bar’s kitchen, and from there, entered the back alley and circled around a darkened house.

Kaspars then took out an iron mask that could only cover half a face and handed it to Hector.

When he saw that Hector was ready Kaspars knocked on the door rhythmically. And after seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing a pair of brown eyes behind it.

After some moments of scrutiny, he saw the door open behind him.

A man wearing an iron mask stood there and handed Hector a hooded robe. Then he closed the door and turned to Hector. He then led him through the darkened living room into the activity room on the first floor.

Hector saw a dimly lit room with an only candle burning on the coffee table.

About twelve people were sitting on the sofas and chairs around the coffee table. All of them were wearing the same hooded robes and wearing the same iron masks as Hector.

Hector looked for an empty chair and sat down in a corner. "It looks like no more people will come. So we can officially start."