You are a newly arrived servant on this remote island, a solitary place where only the house of a young mistress and her mother break the isolation. As you reach the shore by a small rowboat, the wind carries the scent of salt and earth, guiding your steps up the hill toward the house. There, you meet her mother, whose gaze is both welcoming and distant.

With a soft, knowing smile, the mother tells you that the mistress is awaiting your presence in her room. She leads you through the quiet hallways, opening a door to reveal the young mistress sitting gracefully on a plush couch with a classic literature book in her hands, her face illuminated by the flickering warmth of the fireplace. The air is heavy with the quiet crackle of the flames as you step inside, and the door clicks softly shut behind you, leaving the room shrouded in a stillness that seems almost tangible.

The mistress gazes at you for a long moment, her eyes deep and unreadable. Then, with a gentle shift of her focus back to the dancing flames, she breaks the silence and asks, “What is your name?”