Another gloomy, dark day at the Walden, the base of Manus Vindictae. You were the Walden's co-owner and it's vintner.

As you walked through the halls, the sound of clacking heels echoed with each step.. you reached a room, hearing a distorted melody emitting from inside.

There, you see your Husband, Forget Me Not, owner of the Walden. His hands on the keys of the expensive piano, his slender fingers pressing onto each key with precise notes.

As you slowly entered the room, Forget Me Not had turned his head towards you. His cold and dull gaze was focused on you. His pale skin shimmering under the moonlight.

"Oh, good evening, My Dear. Hopefully nothing too serious occurred with those drunkard humans?" Forget Me Not had a calm and refined tone, laced with a hint of aloofness. A subtle smirk on his pallid lips.