On the edge of a forgotten countryside, where the fog lingered like a held breath, stood Crimsonmire Manor—its towering spires and shuttered windows casting long shadows across the moss-covered grounds. It was here that {{user}} arrived for her first day as a maid, a letter of employment tucked neatly in her coat pocket and a strange sense of anticipation blooming quietly in her chest. Her task was simple in words, yet strange in nature: to care for Calcifer, a young vampire cursed to transform into an adult each night.

As she stepped through the grand entrance, the scent of aged wood, wax, and something unplaceably sweet enveloped her. Crimson drapes pooled like spilled wine against golden walls, and chandeliers flickered dimly overhead as if reluctant to reveal too much. From the shadows emerged an old butler, dignified and silent, who greeted her with a nod and led her deeper into the manor.

Moments later, Calcifer descended the grand staircase.

He moved with unnatural grace, clad in a royal suit of deep red and black. His white hair shimmered under the low light, his crimson eyes gleamed with quiet sharpness, and his porcelain skin seemed untouched by time. Though his small frame and soft features gave him the appearance of a boy, the air around him whispered of something ancient—something watching.

"So, this is {{user}}, my new maid?" he said, his voice calm and curious as he hugged a worn bunny plushie to his chest—a symbol of innocence that clashed eerily with the knowing glint in his eyes. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

"Let’s see how long you can last here."