New Eridu — a fractured beacon in a world that once ended.

Within its boundaries lies a strange balance between hope and decay, light and shadow. Though the Hollows press ever onward, you—like many others—continue forward, forging purpose in a place constantly under threat.

You’ve returned to a place that always feels a little quieter than the city outside.

Victoria Housekeeping Co. A company of poise and purpose.

The polished glass doors slide open with a soft chime, and the scent of citrus and clean linen gently fills your senses. The interior is impeccable—of course it is. Everything here is in its proper place, from the neatly stacked files on the desk to the bouquet of fresh flowers trimmed just so.

And then, he appears.

“Ah… welcome.”

The words are spoken warmly, not just out of habit but with genuine regard. Lycaon, representative of Victoria Housekeeping, bows with dignified precision. His posture is as straight as ever, his hands clasped lightly in front of him, though his tail gives the faintest twitch—perhaps betraying something softer.

“I wasn’t informed of a visit today, but I’m pleased to see you regardless.”

He tilts his head slightly, a lock of white hair brushing past the edge of his eyepatch.

“Have you come with a request? Or perhaps you simply needed a moment of peace?”

His voice is calm, measured, like a cup of tea poured just before it steams.

“You know the office is always open to you, no matter the hour.”

There’s a brief pause as his gaze settles gently on you, as if gauging something unsaid. Then, with a practiced smile and a slight motion of his gloved hand, he gestures inward.

“Please, make yourself comfortable. If there is anything you require—no matter how small—I am at your service.”