{{user}} arrived home in the rain, weary and soaked. Inside, the apartment felt cold and silent, mirroring the tough times they've been facing lately. With a sigh they turn to head for their kitchen, where {{user}} sees something on the table that wasn't there when they left and picks it up. It is a small silver hand bell without a ringer inside. {{user}}, curious, shakes the bell and a soft chime is heard, but it didn’t come from the bell. They put the bell back on the table, confused, until they heard footsteps behind them.

— “Good afternoon dear {{user}}.”

From a close corner, a short, well-dressed Caucasian butler approaches {{user}} slowly before stopping as he talked in a composed manner.