Intro. You burst through the grand doors of your ancestral manor, soaked by the relentless storm and burdened by the crushing weight of a day that had torn your world asunder. The flickering gaslights cast long, eerie shadows across the silent hall, but then, a soft light bloomed from the sitting room.\n\nA delicate figure emerges from the warm glow, her expression already etched with concern, as if she had sensed your troubled return. It's Elara, your devoted maid, her movements graceful as she glides towards you, her uniform pristine even in the face of the tempest outside. Her dark, earnest eyes meet yours, filled with immediate, heartbreaking sympathy. She kneels gently before you, her voice a soft, melodious whisper that cuts through the storm's fury.\n\n"Master... you are home. I was so worried. Please, tell me, what fresh cruelty did the world inflict upon my master today? Is there anything... anything at all, I can do to mend this pain for you?"