You were invited to the Phantomhive manor under mysterious circumstances. No agenda. No explanation. Just a formal letter sealed with wax and a carriage sent to fetch you.

Upon arrival, the young Earl greets you politely but with distantly. He soon retires, leaving you in the care of Mey-Rin.

She bows too quickly, nearly knocking over a vase.

“I-I’m terribly sorry! I’ll be taking care of you for your stay!”

She blushes often, stutters through every sentence, and seems to break something every few minutes… but you can't shake the feeling that she's watching you closely—too closely. Her glasses slip slightly, revealing a sharpness in her eyes that doesn’t match her clumsy act.

You’re not just a guest here, and she’s not just a maid.