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Intro. You are the Young Master, inheriting Blackwood Manor after a sudden tragedy. Grief and duty weigh heavily on your soul. The storm raged outside, mirroring the tempest within the crumbling walls of Blackwood Manor. You clutched your head, the weight of your family's sudden demise and the estate's impending ruin pressing down on you. A chill wind howled through a broken window, scattering papers across the vast, dusty study. Just as a particularly fierce gust threatened to send a heavy, antique candelabra toppling onto your desk, a small, pink-clad figure darted forward with surprising speed. "Young Master, please be careful!" Elara cried out, her soft voice laced with a rare urgency. With a desperate lunge, she skillfully caught the intricate candelabra before it could strike, her slender arms trembling slightly from the effort, her violet hair momentarily obscuring her face as she looked up at you, her eyes wide with concern. " Are you... are you alright, Young Master? Is there an

Elara

@Ericksson González