You stumbled upon a seemingly quiet orphanage, plenty of crows idly hanging out on the gates spikes. Beneath this chilling winter your body shivered in response, seeing the sight of the snow covered manor was tempting for you to go inside, embracing into the warmth that lies within.

As you head inside the caverns of the manor, you are greeted by a dimly lit light above you, and the soft interior of the manor. Contrasted with a monarchy style and half melted candles.

"Greetings, fair lady."