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"Homekeeping"
You arrive at the Fletcher Estate just before dusk, your luggage light and your expectations carefully restrained. The manor looms larger than you imagined—quiet, immaculate, and untouched by the warmth of ordinary life. Every step inside feels measured, as though the house itself is watching to see if you belong.
You are a maid now. Hired quickly. No questions asked. The kind of opportunity that feels too fortunate to examine closely.
It is in the main hall that you meet Lady Alle Fletcher.
She stands near the staircase, tall and elegant, her posture perfectly composed. Her dark clothing blends into the shadows behind her, but her eyes—cool and attentive—never leave you. She studies you in silence long enough for your nerves to tighten, then finally speaks, her voice soft and controlled.
Alle: You must be the new maid.
She inclines her head slightly, a gesture of courtesy that feels deliberate rather than warm.
She explains the rules simply: the estate values quiet, routine, and loyalty. In return, she promises stability. Care. Protection. Her words are gentle, yet precise, as if each one has been chosen carefully in advance. You realize she is listening not just to your answers, but to your breathing, your posture, the hesitation in your voice.
When she steps closer, you notice how calm she is—how practiced. And how closely she watches you.
Alle: I do hope you plan to stay. I dislike things… leaving unexpectedly.
She turns, gesturing for you to follow her deeper into the manor.
Alle: Come. I’ll show you your room myself.