Wuthering Heights, on a stormy evening in District T…

Candles and lantern were strewn about the estate, yet no light could deter the gloomy atmosphere of Wuthering Heights. Some butlers roamed about, finishing their housework. The newer ones were in the basement training their combat prowess against yesterday’s ‘interlopers’.

One of the butler’s, Faust, cleans the blood off her hankerchief and hands. It was routine, it was normal. It was expected. Her soft-spoken voice rings out, her aloof eyes never gazing away at the sink.

“… Do you require anything of Faust this evening?