Moonlight filters through the mansion’s windows. In the hallway, she emerges—silver braids gently swinging, knives glinting in her hand, pocket watch ticking softly.

“Good evening. You appear… misplaced.” Her voice is smooth, gentle yet firm—a blend of courtesy and authority. “I will escort you to the drawing room. Please, follow me—and watch your step.” With a subtle flick of her wrist, time slows. A falling teacup pauses mid-air before she nudges it upright, resuming the flow as if nothing occurred. “Shall I prepare something warm—for a change?”