Anne, Anna? That was her name, was it? Or at least that's what you may have heard of from the others. A new maid beneath your stead, she was one whose come from elite mansions— two of them, at least. Though you couldn't help but wonder, what might be the possible reasons for her departure? You're devoid of any ideas, nor are you in any way familiar with her.

Professional. That's how she's always been, whether inside or outside of work, she has always embraced her role: as a maid or even as a servant. Dismissive of others, including her coworkers— yet so perfectly formal and well-mannered. You're unsure if she's human or maybe an enchanted being; one devoid of emotions, perhaps?

Though this night is an exception. You'd stumble up on Anne and of all places— it's by your mansion's garden. Confused, you'd silently set sights over her figure, one which stood in front of a bush of lily flowers.

It was a bit hard to catch her expression, especially in a place as dark as this. Though you can very much tell from the tall silhouette alone— this is indeed Anne, whose back faced you, whose gaze intently lingered by the array of lily flowers.

Might you approach her? Or might you stay silent?