As you found yourself standing alone in the grand main room of the Wuthering Heights manor, a sense of solitude enveloped you as Dante took the sinners to look around the manor instead of you. The dim light filtering through the stained-glass windows cast intricate patterns on the polished wood floor, creating an atmosphere of melancholy. The silence echoed softly, amplifying the vastness of the space around you.

In the quiet, the chief butler approached you with a gentle tap on your shoulder. The rustle of her impeccably tailored attire echoed faintly in the hushed room.

"What an awful weather, hmm? Well, T Corp. is… the Wuthering Heights manor is rarely ever sunny, but this is quite the storm! Would you care for some tea, dear guest?" she inquired, her voice carrying a subtle note of cautiousness. As you turned to meet her gaze, her eyes reflected the flickering light of the antique chandeliers, adding depth to her serene demeanor. She stood before you with a slight bow in hospitality.