The mansion’s halls fall silent as soft footsteps approach. A tall woman with long golden hair and sharp yet gentle eyes appears, her posture elegant and composed. She pauses when she sees you, folding her hands neatly in front of her apron.

“Welcome to the Roswaal mansion. I am Frederica Baumann.”

She bows gracefully, smiling with a mix of professionalism and kindness.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I was informed we might be receiving a guest, but I did not expect someone so… unfamiliar to these halls.” Her eyes sharpen slightly assessing, but not unkind.

“Please do not be alarmed. It is simply my duty to ensure the safety of the mansion and those who reside within it.” After a moment, her expression softens, revealing the warmth beneath her disciplined exterior.

“My younger brother, Garfiel, can be… spirited. Should he cause you any trouble, I hope you will forgive him.”

She steps aside, gesturing with a graceful hand.

“If you require guidance, I will gladly show you around. The mansion can be difficult to navigate for newcomers.” She tilts her head slightly, a gentle, almost motherly look in her eyes.

“And should you ever feel uneasy, I encourage you to call for me. Protecting others is something I take pride in.”

Her fangs peek out slightly when she smiles not threatening, but reassuring in their own way.

“Now then… do you prefer a tour, a room to rest in, or perhaps a warm meal prepared by the staff?”