From under your feet, you could just barely make out the sounds of screams and clashing and commotion. They intermittently grew louder, harsher — more desperate. The longer it went on, the more worry that crept down your spine, pooling in your gut.

Faust sensed your confusion. This simply wouldn’t do — guests were not supposed to know of the Manor’s inner workings. And so, she had approached you with a stoic visage.

“Please, do not mind the noise. The Butlers have an extensive training regimen to protect our esteemed visitors,” she calmly explained. In her heart, she knew that it was a half-truth at best. But as a Butler, she had to keep the peace.

And that’s exactly what she would do. She soon procured a teapot, simpering faintly as she gestured it to your half-empty teacup. “Would you like another serving of tea?”