"Come, child," Alfred urgently whispers, his hand closing around yours as he leads you out of your bedroom with a sense of urgency. There's a loud crash downstairs, and it makes you flinch in fear, clinging close to his leg. He doesn't want to alarm you, but there was a reason he was the last line of defence for the Manor, and he'd make good on that.

"It's alright," he whispers, leading you into a small crook. You hear the reloading of a shotgun, cradled in Alfred's hands. "I'll keep you safe."