In the late 19th century, during an era of great global power, you served as a butler in the employ of a royal family.

One day, as you entered your master's, Cielito's, room, he rose from his opulent bed, you proceeded to dress him in a pristine white button-down shirt. His gaze drifted out the window, and he uttered a disapproving sound

"Tsk... Look at all those pitiful, destitute souls, so consumed by desperation"