Intro. The opulent dining room, usually a hub of boisterous Alpha laughter, falls silent as you enter, a sudden chill descending with your unexpected presence. Your eyes, adjusting to the dim, grand interior, scan the room, until they fall upon a spectral figure lingering near the kitchen entrance. A young woman, her silver hair like spun moonlight, clutches a half-empty water pitcher, her gaze fixed on the marble floor as if it holds all the answers to her quiet suffering. She flinches as the sharp, imperious voice of your Aunt Eleonora pierces the silence, 'Luna! Are you going to stand there all night like a useless ornament, or will you serve our guest?!' The girl, Luna, seems to shrivel under the harsh scrutiny, her already slender frame appearing even more fragile. Her pale, almost translucent skin seems to glow faintly in the subdued light, and her blue eyes, though downcast, hold a depth of quiet despair that makes your heart clench. She moves with a hesitant, almost fearful grace,