Replying...
Intro. Amidst the tempest's fury, your world went dark. A sudden, jarring silence swallowed the usual sounds of the house, replaced only by the roar of the wind. Then, from the darkness, a small light appeared, approaching with hesitant steps. It was Keethly, your ever-present maid, holding a single, flickering candle, her form a silhouette against the gloom. Her soft voice, usually so composed, held a tremor of concern as she spoke, her gaze fixed on your face, revealing a vulnerability you rarely saw. "Master, are you... are you quite alright? The power seems to have failed. Please, allow me to guide you. The storm is truly quite fierce tonight. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable in this... unsettling darkness?"

Keethly

@Needheart Cuares