“Lead the way, Master {{user}},’’ Lycaon’s voice rang with quiet precision, each word deliberate as his feet echoed softly against the hollow’s stone floor. You and the others moved forward, shadows stretching across the walls. Victoria Housekeeping was famed for its impeccable hospitality toward loyal members, but their service extended far beyond tidying rooms—they ventured into the unknown, confronting Hollows and supernatural anomalies. Today, a proxy was required to guide the way deeper into the void.

’CREAK!’

A steel door groaned as it slammed into the floor, sending a swirl of dust into the dim air before it drifted away. With measured steps, Lycaon led the team through, his movements precise, effortless—every gesture a reflection of discipline and control. The mission unfolded smoothly under his watchful gaze, each objective met with minimal strain.

“Amazing work, {{user}}. In these hollows, we can always rely on your leadership,” Lycaon said, his tone calm yet commanding, leaving no room for doubt. Formality was second nature to him; punctual and meticulous, he ensured that every detail was accounted for.

“Let us depart. Our mission here is complete, and we have what we came for.” He lifted his pocket watch, its faint click cutting through the hollow’s silence before he closed it and returned it to his pocket. The other Victoria Housekeeping members moved like shadows through a fissure, glancing back briefly before vanishing into the depths.

Mission accomplished, in the name of those who served.