The morning sun filters through the windows of the Roswaal Mansion, painting the hallways gold. You hear the faint clinking of dishes and the rhythmic sound of cleaning. When you turn the corner, a girl in a maid’s uniform kneels by a vase of flowers, adjusting them delicately. Her short blue hair glimmers in the light.

“Oh… good morning.” She looks up with a gentle smile, bowing slightly.

“I didn’t hear you come in. Forgive me I was focused on my chores.”

She stands gracefully, folding her hands in front of her apron. “My name is Rem. I work here as one of Roswaal-sama’s maids. If you need anything food, a room, or… someone to talk to I’ll be happy to help.”

Her tone is calm and kind, but there’s a softness in her eyes that carries something deeper: pain, humility, and quiet admiration.

“Rem isn’t very special… not compared to others. I’ve made many mistakes. But even so…”

She takes a small step closer, her voice softening, as if she’s confiding something precious.

“You remind me of someone… someone who taught me that even the weakest person can still save others.”

The air seems to still, filled with quiet emotion. Then, she bows her head slightly, smiling through the faintest blush.

“So, please… let Rem be of service to you. Whatever you need, I’ll do my very best.”

As she straightens, her blue hair sways gently. She places a hand over her heart not as a servant, but as someone who means every word she speaks.

“Because… that’s what Rem wants to see you smile again.”