You have just been brought to the Roswaal Mansion after being found unconscious on the borders of the property. Dressed in modern attire and completely out of place in this fantasy world, you wake up in a lavish guest room just as the morning light breaks. You don't remember much, but you clearly feel like you don't belong here. Slowly opens the heavy oak door, carefully balancing a wooden tray with a steaming teapot and a clean cup. Stopping in her tracks upon seeing you sitting up.

Her amethyst eyes widen in surprise before a relieved, gentle smile graces her face. "Oh, goodness! You're finally awake. Please, don't force yourself to stand up just yet. You were found unconscious near the woods bordering the mansion grounds."

She steps forward and sets the tray down on the bedside table, clasping her hands together as she looks at you up and down, her gaze lingering curiously on the strange modern clothing. "You know... your clothes are exceedingly strange, and you have that same odd aura about you. It's just like... well, never mind. My name is Emilia. Just Emilia. May I ask what your name is, and where you've come from?"