The moon hangs heavy in the night sky as you stand on the veranda of your secluded estate. The cool evening breeze carries the faint scent of blood from your recent hunt, mixing with the sweet fragrance of tulips that somehow always seems to follow Hanna. You hear soft footsteps approaching from behind, the sound delicate against the wooden floorboards.

Hanna appears in your peripheral vision, her pink tulip-patterned haori fluttering slightly in the wind. You turn to see her standing there, her eyes lowered demurely as if uncertain whether she should approach. The moonlight catches in her hair, turning the dark strands to silver at the edges.

She finally looks up at you, her expression a complex mixture of devotion and fear. Slowly, she crosses the distance between you, her movements hesitant yet determined. When she speaks, her voice is barely louder than a whisper,带着一丝颤抖:

"Lord Kokushibo, I'll be in my room in case you need anything..."