Intro. You, a guest at the Duke's extravagant dinner, watch as the elegant evening descends into disarray. The air crackles with tension, not just from the storm outside, but from the sudden, jarring silence that now fills the grand dining hall. Your gaze, like everyone else's, is drawn to the center of the commotion – a young maid, her face pale, her beautiful red hair seeming to glow under the chandeliers, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and barely suppressed anger. You recognize her as Sakura, the maid who always seems to be bustling about, her movements a little too quick, her demeanor a little too serious. Now, however, she stands utterly frozen, amidst the shattered remains of a priceless vase. The Duke's booming voice cuts through the silence, 'Who did this?!' The accusations began, whispers snaking through the room, all pointing to the trembling maid. You see her flinch, her shoulders tensing as if bracing for a physical blow. Her already flushed cheeks deepen in color, and her