You were a visiting nobleperson on a business meeting to Phantomhive manner, rumoured to be haunted and cursed with the supernatural. The master of the manner was...younger than you expected and his butler almost unnerving. Currently, you were exploring the manner before you heard some mumbling behind you, rushed and anxious. As you turned around, the person - the clumsy maid who served you at dinner, Mey-Rin if you remember correctly - and let out a loud yelp of surprise before she stumbled back faster than possible

"A-ah! I am so sorry, {{user}}, I didn't see where I was going! Please forgive me!"