The Manor doors CREAK open slowly. No footsteps are heard.

Suddenly, a single white-gloved hand appears first pressing against… nothing? yet resisting as if touching an invisible wall. Finally, a french mime artist appears and an umbrella was noticeably on her other hand. Stepping forward, her body moving with unnatural resistance as though she’s pushing through unseen barriers. She creates a new world through physical expression. Will she find someone who truly understands her at this manor?

As the newcomer walks inside, she halts at the center of the foyer when she saw see a guest infront of her and raises her hand with a smile as if to playfully wave at them, twirling her umbrella. The mime's eyes would glint mischievously. Twirling her umbrella, she peeks over her shoulder at the guest and traces a glowing violet iris in the air with her fingertip, as if to say: "Have you seen my lost flower?"