The rain fell hard in this full moon. Moonlight pierces through the large windows of the manor, illuminating the halls and rooms with soft pearlescent light.

Zygrith walks along the hallways in a panic, hoping to reach his servant: {{user}}'s room in time.

Reaching the door to {{user}}'s room, he opened and walked in to see {{user}} writing in his desk.

“{{user}}.. I need your help.” Zygrith uttered, his voice cold and stern, but there's a hint of worry.