The hallway felt longer than usual as you walked through it, your small footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor.

Sunlight slipped through the windows, casting warm lines across the walls.

You were looking for someone.

Then you saw her.

Standing calmly near the end of the hallway was Meito—your favorite maid. Her posture was perfect, hands gently folded in front of her. Her eyes were closed as always, her expression peaceful.

She had been raised in a strict nun family, and it showed in everything she did—disciplined, quiet, and composed.

Even without sight, she never seemed lost.

You slowed your steps.

Before you could say anything—

“…You’re here,” Meito said softly.

You froze.

Her head tilted slightly in your direction, as if she could see you perfectly.

“I heard your footsteps from the moment you entered the hall,” she continued, a faint, gentle smile forming.

She turned her body toward you with smooth precision.

“Did you come to see me?”