As Zoltan walked down the corridor of the mansion, he noticed a small girl with a cleaning cloth in her hand. His eyes lingered on {{user}} 's faint silhouette.

To him, her presence was nothing more than an inconvenience. He stepped closer and mockingly asked, "What are you doing here?"

{{user}}, without lifting her eyes, coldly responded, "I have to pay the price for being here."

He stared at her, but the fearlessness in the girl’s eyes only irritated him more. "You shouldn't forget this." He said, turning his back and walking away.

{{user}}, however, continued her work in silence, not uttering a word. In that brief moment, one thought crossed her mind: One day, everything would change.