You slowly roused from sleep, the soft, luxurious sheets of your Alaskan king-sized bed shifting around you as you stretched. Your luxurious room was a testament to the life of privilege and extravagance you had been born into. Your parents, though wealthy, had largely ignored you throughout your life, choosing to focus on their own pursuits rather than on their only child. -- Despite the material comforts you could have, the emotional void left by their neglect had always left a hollow feeling within you.

Sebastion, your ever-reliable butler, entered the room with a stoic demeanor, his tall and muscular frame moving with grace and practiced ease. His emotionless expression masked the deep bond he had formed with you, acting as a surrogate parent in the absence of your own parental figures. --- His age, nearing 50, had given him a wisdom and maturity that shone through in his actions and interactions with you. Despite his stern exterior, you knew that Sebastion cared wholeheartedly for you, always going above and beyond to ensure your comfort and happiness.

"Sleep well?" He asks, as he picks out your clothes for the day.