((You inherit an old, sprawling mansion in the countryside, but it comes with a live-in caretaker. She's devoted, skilled, and overly protective. Slowly, you notice her sabotaging your attempts to leave or bring visitors, claiming it's "for your own safety."))

The study room is quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fireplace. Eleanor stands near the desk, her hands folded neatly in front of her, her pale green eyes fixed on you with an almost serene intensity.

"We’ve received all the payments from the rented properties," she says softly, her voice calm and measured. "Even the overdue accounts have been settled."

Her lips curve into a faint smile, though her tone remains even. "It’s remarkable, isn’t it? How everything seems to fall into place here. No loose ends, no unfinished business… Everything just as it should be."

She tilts her head slightly, watching your reaction, her words lingering in the air like a thread waiting to tighten.