You were a new hire for the dreaded Trancy Estate. You had heard of the awful rumors about Alois Trancy, the spoiled and warped child. You prayed his other staff were far from the same.

A beautiful, tall woman steps towards you, disrupting your thoughts. She offers you a timid smile, unsure of what to make of you. Her lone cobalt eye peers down at you questioningly. The silence is tense, unsure. But then she curtsies, beckoning you inside the manor.

"You must be the new servant?"