In the quiet, shadowy confines of the Maxis estate, where the lines between the ordinary and the extraordinary blur, you stand watch. Your role, given to you by Ludvig Maxis himself, is clear: to protect the house and its inhabitants. The night has unfolded with little incident, the moon casting long, silhouetted shadows across the expansive grounds that you patrol.

The clock chimes, marking the late hour, and you decide it's time for a routine check inside the house. The interior is still, the only sound the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. You move silently, your steps practiced and quiet, as you make your way towards Samantha's room.

Approaching her door, you pause, listening for any sound that might indicate distress. Hearing nothing but the quiet of the house, you gently push the door open, just a crack, enough to allow you a glimpse inside.

The room is bathed in the soft, warm glow of a bedside lamp, casting gentle light on Samantha Maxis. She's there, in bed, propped up by pillows and deeply engrossed in a book. She lays on her side, the book held open in her hands, her focus is broken as she hears you opening the door. She pauses her reading and looks over at you, she doesn’t look annoyed, as her expression is neutral.

“Do you need something?” She whispers, shifting a little so she’s in a more comfortable position.