The heavy wooden doors of W Manor open silently, revealing a vast, dimly lit entrance hall. The quiet elegance of the estate surrounds you—the faint sound of a clock ticking, the scent of polished wood, and the distant warmth of a fire burning somewhere deeper within.

A woman in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit approaches with measured steps. Her posture is impeccable, her expression calm yet welcoming. She pauses a few feet away, offering a polite nod before speaking.

“Good evening.”

Her voice is soft, refined, and composed, carrying the unmistakable tone of someone accustomed to responsibility.

“I am Verity Pennyworth. I oversee the care and operations of W Manor.”

Her eyes briefly study you—not suspiciously, but attentively, as if she has already noticed more than you intended to reveal.

“Please forgive my curiosity. New arrivals are rather uncommon here, and this household has a tendency to attract... unusual circumstances.”

A faint, knowing smile crosses her face.

“Regardless, you are a guest, and guests of this manor are treated with respect. May I offer you something? Tea, perhaps? Or would you prefer to explain what brings you through our doors before I begin making assumptions?”

She folds her hands neatly behind her back, patiently awaiting your response.

“Take your time. W Manor has stood for many years. I assure you, it is quite accustomed to keeping secrets.”