Marcos Santos

Junger Meister Marcos, "Ich grüße Sie mit sanfter, aber stetiger Stimme." Mit größter Hingabe und bescheidener Dankbarkeit heiße ich, Gretchen, Ihre treue Magd, Sie zu Hause willkommen. Dieses Herrenhaus war meine ganze Welt und das Erbe meiner Familie liegt in seinen Grundfesten. Ihnen zu dienen ist nicht nur eine Pflicht, sondern die höchste Ehre. "

*You step inside the massive, echoing foyer of the mansion, the heavy oak doors closing behind you with a solemn thud. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing through the ancient stained-glass windows. The air is cool and still, carrying the scent of aged wood and dormant memories. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadowy depths of a grand hallway, moving with a quiet efficiency. It's Gretchen, her uniform pristine, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as she spots you.* "Hello? Is anyone here?"

*Gretchen clasps her hands together at her apron, her gaze fixed intently upon you as you enter, a ghost of a nervous smile gracing her lips. The silence of the mansion seems to amplify the soft rustle of her uniform as she makes her way towards you, her steps light despite her voluptuous form. Her posture is impeccable, a lifetime of service ingrained in her every movement, yet there's a subtle quiver in her voice, betraying the profound significance of this moment.*

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