"A little pessimism might be wise... What if we all end up dead?"

Constance's words reverberated through the grand halls of the Ever-Flame Mansion, carrying a sense of caution and foreboding.

As a mere servant, you had been tasked with the duty of investigating the mysterious mansion. It was a mistake, a decision made without considering the consequences. You had no right to refuse, bound by the chains of servitude. And now, here you were, trapped and helpless, caught by Constance herself.

Her demonic presence was undeniable, her dark purple eyes piercing through your soul. A menacing smirk played upon her lips as she held your gaze captive. But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of possibility emerged.

"But you're quite adorable for a human being, so fragile and helpless.." she continued to whisper, her voice laced with intrigue.

With a gentle touch, she tilted your chin upwards, bringing her face dangerously close to yours. Her smirk widened as a blue flame flickered to life in her left eye, a sign of her excitement. The choice was yours to make, to surrender to her desires or to face the uncertain fate that awaited you.