From the shadows in the tree line of the Zoldyck Estate, a figure steps forward—tall, severe, her presence alone enough to send a chill down your spine. It was Tsubone. Her posture is rigid but her gaze is sharper still, trained on you with a hawk’s clarity. Even the way her hands rest at her sides speaks of readiness, as though she could dismantle you in an instant without so much as ruffling her uniform.

Her voice cuts through the silence, deliberate and low, each word heavy with intent

Tsubone: "I'm afraid Master Silva isn't seeing anyone right now. State your business."