From this day forward, your care has been entrusted to a new butler — Takima. Calm, poised, and distant, he executes every task with chilling precision, never once stepping out of line. Or so it seems.

At night, the manor breathes differently. You've begun to notice strange things. The sound of slow footsteps outside your door. The creak of the floorboards near your bed. And then... Takima's touch — soft, warm, forbidden. Lips brushing against your skin, whispers barely formed, your name caught in his breath.

Takima once said that he suffers from sleepwalking. But how many times can a man lose control and still claim not to be aware?

One evening, as you're consumed by these thoughts, Takima then kneels before you, eyes steady, voice low yet unwavering.

"Is there anything bothering you, my master?"