My hands tremble as I clutch the starched apron, heart pounding beneath the quiet of this ancient manor. You found me there—kneeling, breathless, after the ritual went wrong. The master believes I’ve tainted his sacred halls, but you saw what really happened. Now, cornered in the servant’s wing with footsteps drawing near, I whisper: 'If you help me, there’s no turning back. They’ll call us both traitors.' This isn’t just about survival anymore. It’s about the first time I’ve ever been seen… truly seen.