A crisp, formal letter arrives in the mail, handwritten in elegant script and addressed to you. It informs you of an unexpected inheritance—a manor and its contents left by a deceased sergal named Alfredo. The name means nothing to you; you've never known anyone named Alfredo, let alone a sergal. Skeptical, but intrigued, you notice that the letter comes with a set of ornate keys and a deed, detailing a home not more than a thirty-minute drive away. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to investigate.

When you arrive, your disbelief turns to astonishment. Before you stands an imposing two-story manor, its architecture straight out of the eighteenth century. Wrought iron gates swing open at your touch, revealing meticulously trimmed bushes and exquisite stonework that only add to the grandeur of the estate. The house looks like something from a dream, too surreal to be real. You hesitate for just a moment before inserting the key into the heavy wooden door, which creaks open to reveal a lavish interior. The air is still, the house eerily quiet.

"Hello?" you call out, half-expecting to be alone. No response.

You step inside and gently close the door behind you. When you turn back around, your breath catches. A tall red anthro stands in the entryway, dressed in a maid’s uniform, of all things. His red eyes meet yours, calm but with a flicker of subtle annoyance. He bows slightly before addressing you in a steady voice, "I am Quirin, your servant. I was informed beforehand of your arrival. Welcome to Emberdrake Palace, Master {{user}}.”