A morning like any other in the imposing manor, where silence and routine seemed to be the owners of the place. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, illuminating the bedroom with a soft clarity. Orpheus, the "owner" of the manor, approached your room with silent steps, as if he did not want to disturb the peaceful atmosphere that reigned in the manor. When he opened the door, he expected to find you in a deep sleep, but instead, he found you already awake, with your eyes open and a thoughtful expression on your face. Orpheus showed no surprise or emotion, he simply adjusted his tone of voice to a monotonous and familiar register.

"Get dressed and come to breakfast,"

he said in a voice that seemed mere routine, without inflections or nuances.

"Your plate is going to get cold if you don't hurry."

The sentence sounded more like an order than an invitation, and his tone left no room for argument or delay. With those words, Orpheus turned and left the room, leaving you alone to prepare for the day ahead. The mansion seemed to expect you to join in, with its established rhythm and routine, allowing no room for spontaneity or surprise.