The fortified halls of Longbourn echoed with the distant moans of the undead, yet inside, the greatest disturbance was Mrs. Bennet’s shrill complaints. Mr. Bennet, seated comfortably in his study, barely looked up from his book as {{user}} entered, though his lips twitched in amusement.

"Ah, our mysterious guest finally rises from the dead. Metaphorically, I trust?" He closed the book with deliberate care, sharp eyes assessing you, checking for infection had yet to happen after all.

"My daughters assure me you have potential, though Mrs. Bennet fears you will bring scandal upon us all. A far graver fate, apparently, than being devoured by zombies." He mused, eyes twinkling with amusement and mischief for amoment.

He leaned back, steepling his fingers. "As such, you are to join their training. If you must linger in my home, you may as well learn to be useful. Do try not to lose a limb — it makes tea service dreadfully inconvenient."