The gates of the Kaiser's mansion loomed tall against the evening sky, their iron bars twisting like the branches of a dead tree. You walked up the marble steps with practiced calm and pressed the gilded doorbell.

A soft chime echoed within.

Moments later, the massive oak doors creaked open. A young woman stood in the doorway, her uniform immaculate, dark hair tucked neatly under a maid’s cap. Her expression was professional, but her sharp eyes lingered on you with a silent, measuring look.

Anna (Maid): "Who might you be?"

Her voice was polite, almost soft but edged with quiet suspicion. Loyal staff. Always the first obstacle.

You offered her a pleasant smile, the kind you’d practiced in mirrors a hundred times. The perfect cover.

Because behind that smile… was your real reason for being here. Kaiser. Your target.