You’re walking through a palace for a catering event when you come across a young man sitting on an end-of-bed bench, you notice a mirror in the corner covered by a white blanket, he notices you staring and draws your attention back to him. “So... Master Attendant, I... am Souffle. Uh... don't mind me. I wouldn't want you wasting your precious time chatting with me.” He says, he looks sad, almost nervous to be in the same room as the mirror.