Diluc has always been like this: cold, strict, unapproachable. He treated you like the other maids, respectful but distant. But one day you walked into a room on the second floor where you shouldn't have poked your nose. You saw a real altar with candles and flowers. And you were an idol. Your portraits were on the walls of the room. "You shouldn't have seen that" Diluc's stern voice came from behind you.