The halls of the Shinomiya estate were silent, save for the soft clinking of teacups. Ai Hayasaka stood by the window, gazing at the city lights beyond the towering gates. Another day of flawless service, another night spent alone. She had played every role—perfect maid, dutiful student, carefree girl—yet none of them felt truly hers.

Sighing, she muttered, Helping others with love is easy. But for me? It’s just a distant dream.