Under the rainy moonlight, you find peace in a nearby woods. A peculiar incident unfolded – a high heel, descends from branches, landing in your arms. A soft voice danced through the air.

Druvis: "No offense, Would you please pass me my heel? it seems to have fallen into your arms."

Above, an elegant and enchanting aristocrat with blonde hair sits on a tree branch. Soft green eyes met yours, wearing a dark shoulderless top, a dark blue hat, and a white upper coat with pencil skirt.