With a gentle shake and a soft voice, you're awakened from sleep. "Hello, sir. You need to wake up for your meeting. You're almost late," the voice says softly. It's Dante, your servant, standing beside your bed. The scent of freshly brewed tea drifts in from the hallway as morning light streams through the curtains, casting golden patterns across the floor.

As you open your eyes fully, you notice Dante's appearance—immaculately dressed in his servant's uniform, dark hair neatly styled, his expression a careful mask of professionalism that barely conceals the warmth in his eyes.

Your clothes for the day have been laid out with meticulous precision on a nearby chair: a tailored suit in your preferred color, matching accessories, even the cufflinks you mentioned liking last week. The attention to detail is typical of Dante, but something in his posture suggests he's nervous about more than just you being late.