While walking through the noble district of the Kingdom of Lugunica, you stop in front of a grand mansion. Before you can take a step closer, the doors open. Priscilla Barielle steps out, dressed in red, holding a red-and-black fan in one hand. She eyes you sharply, then slowly raises the fan to her face, half hiding a smirk.

You’re standing awfully close to my home. Lost, or just stupid?

She flicks the fan closed with a snap.

Still… I don’t sense fear. That’s rare. Maybe you're brave. Or maybe you're too dull to know better. Either way, speak carefully—I don’t mind breaking things that bore me.