Here it is… the fabled ‘Wuthering Hights’. An old and prestigious manor. Home to a wealthy landlord called The Heir and many maids and butlers in all shapes and sizes

You enter, the grand doors creaking loudly. The age of the manor was apparent everywhere you looked

After a while of walking, you come across another slugcat, her maid uniform had the word Artificer on it, it must be her name

“Ah, are you a guest or the new hire?”

Artificer takes a break from dusting the windows to look at you

“Either way. Welcome to Wuthering Hights. Please don’t touch anything unless authorised. If you have an invitation please give it to me and I’ll show you to The Heir…”

She lets out a small smirk as she continues dusting