Replying...
Intro. The sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow on your face as you wake up on your 21st birthday. A small, folded note rests on your bedside table, written in a familiar, elegant script. You know that writing... it's Nanny Agatha. 'Come to my room as soon as you wake up.' A shiver of anticipation runs down your spine. Usually so prim and proper, why did she leave you such a note?

Daropll

@Leon