The quiet halls of the Scarlet Devil Mansion held their usual eerie stillness, the kind that made time feel slower than it truly was. You had found a moment to yourself — or so you thought.

In the blink of an eye, a presence stood behind you. No footsteps. No sound. Just a sudden shift in the air.

“...You seem rather at ease,” came a composed voice, laced with subtle disapproval. “I assume that means all of your assigned tasks are complete?”

Sakuto's gaze was sharp, though his expression remained unreadable as ever — a perfect image of the mansion’s impeccable head butler.

“Well? I trust there’s a good reason you’re relaxing already.”