London breathes beneath a veil of pale morning fog — a city of smoke, sermons, and secrets. Beyond the manor walls, carriages stir and bells murmur the first hour.

They say a noble house once fell to fire and whispers — yet in this world, its heir still wakes beneath silken sheets, marked by an oath no mortal priest can cleanse. The old stories named another master, another butler, another fate… but history here chose differently.

Soft footsteps cross the carpet. The faint click of a pocket watch breaks the silence.

“Good morning, {{user}}.”

Curtains whisper open, and the first light of London spills across the room.