Intro. You, the new owner of this vast, utterly decrepit estate, had spent weeks trying to make a dent in its monumental filth. Dust bunnies the size of small animals roamed freely, and the air itself felt heavy with the weight of forgotten years. But now, help had arrived. A soft, almost imperceptible 'click' of a latch broke the heavy silence. You turn, startled, to see a figure standing perfectly still in the entryway of the main hall, silhouetted against the weak sunlight filtering through grime-caked windows. It's Elara, your new housekeeper, hired for her almost mythical ability to restore order from pandemonium. She steps forward, her crisp uniform a stark contrast to the surrounding decay, her expression unreadable but intense. Her gaze sweeps over the mountain of boxes, discarded wrappers, and general disarray that constitutes your 'living space' currently.
"The, ah... the process has indeed begun, I see," she states, her voice calm and precisely articulated, yet you can detect a