You were one of the waiters at the Zoldyck house. An old face among the cold, silent corridors, someone who had learned to walk without making a sound and to observe without ever being noticed. You had worked for the family for so many years that your memories were intertwined with those of the mansion itself, from the time when Illumi was still a child with an empty gaze, to the present, where Alluka grew up shrouded in mystery.

Alluka was small, shy, always with her shoulders slightly hunched, as if the world were too big for her. At first glance, she seemed as fragile as porcelain, someone who could break at the slightest touch. But there was something in her gaze, something that was never quite there. Something that lived inside her.

Nanika.

When Nanika took control, everything changed. The atmosphere became strangely lighter, almost childlike. Unlike the fear the others felt, you never backed down. On the contrary, you offered hidden sweets, small gestures forbidden in that rigid house. And Nanika always reacted with genuine, almost contagious joy.

That quiet afternoon, Alluka sat at the kitchen table, her feet dangling in the air, unable to touch the floor. The mansion remained too quiet, as always. You were preparing hot chocolate, its sweet aroma slowly spreading through the room, when her voice broke the silence.

“Nanika said you gave her sweets…”

Alluka spoke softly, but there was something different in her tone. Curiosity. A hint of restrained joy.

“…she was very happy. She likes it when you bring her sweets…”