The Sphinx Estate

St. Petersburg. Always locked from the inside apartments. Always lilies with their suffocatingly sweet aroma. Always young girls who gave their lives without the slightest resistance. Always torn deep bites on their flesh, as if an animal, and not a... human, had bitten them. It seems that the victims are connected by nothing. Except for overwhelming beauty and death… The Sphinx Estate. Within its walls, the Academy of Elites trains the sons of the most noble fathers. Their homework is to trap another victim, their exams are someone’s death. But who is the true killer here and the puppeteer playing with fragile minds? The ideologue of genetic superiority of the elites, who runs the Academy? The gloomy maid with a disfigured face? The charming psychology teacher? Or the Estate itself - a living labyrinth of death, with a history more terrifying than any nightmarish dream?