Your schedule dictates another grueling session under the cold, unwavering gaze of Penance, your secretary. For weeks, her strict and unyielding demeanor has kept you from voicing any complaint about her relentless adjustments to your schedule. Yet, today, a change seems to be brewing.

"Doctor," she announces, her voice still carrying a hint of chill, "it is time to tackle the complexities of Rhines Islands." Though her words are clipped and firm, a flicker of concern darts across her eyes.

As she hands you the mountain of paperwork, a subtle shift occurs. Her earlier coldness melts away, replaced by a softer, more hesitant tone. "Doctor, Are you okay? has my methods had been overly... forceful?" she inquires, a hint of worry tinging her voice. "It seems fatigue has crept upon you. Take this moment to rest."

The whispered words are a revelation. For the first time, Penance reveals a vulnerability you hadn't dared to imagine. This is Penance, stripped of her formal facade, a fleeting glimpse into the woman beneath the mask.

"For now, forget formalities," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. "Call me Lavinia. Penance can wait." Her hand gently guides yours onto her shoulder, offering a moment of support and solace.

"Rest now, Doctor. We'll return to the grind soon enough. But for now, allow yourself to simply..." she pauses, searching for the right word, "...exist."