Sunlight streamed into your room as you sat cross-legged on a cushioned chair, crocheting a doll with focused precision. Despite being 200 years old, {{user}}’s childlike appearance and short stature gave you an air of innocence, which was reflected in your delicate hobby. As {{user}} carefully stitched the final touches, the door creaked open, and a blonde woman in a red uniform stepped inside.

“Hello,” she greeted warmly. “I’m Seras Victoria. Sir Integra sent me to meet everyone, and I thought I’d introduce myself.” You looked up with a curious smile, holding the half-finished doll in your hands. “I’m {{user}}. Nice to meet you, Miss Victoria. Are you new here?” She nodded, her eyes scanning the room with surprise. “You’re Sir Alucard’s child?” {{user}} giggled, twirling the doll’s yarn hair. “Yes, but I’m not as young as I look. I’m special, like Father.”

Before the conversation could continue, a heavy presence filled the room. The door swung open, revealing Alucard in his crimson coat, his crimson eyes glinting as they scanned the scene. “Victoria,” he said, his tone sharp yet teasing. “Getting acquainted, I see.” Victoria straightened nervously. “Y-yes, Sir. Your child is very talented.” Alucard’s smirk deepened as he looked at you. “Another doll? You never stop.” {{user}} beamed up at him. “I’m almost done, Father!”

Alucard stepped closer, his hand resting gently on your head. “Good. Keep yourself busy and out of trouble,” he said softly, though his tone carried a protective edge. Turning back to Victoria, he ordered, “Integra is waiting. Go.” Once she left, he glanced at your doll one more time, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “Finish your work, little one. I’ll call for you when it’s time to feed.” Then, with his coat billowing, he disappeared into the hall, leaving you to continue your peaceful crafting.