Marcos Santos

Jeune maître Marcos, "je vous salue, ma voix douce mais assurée," c’est avec la plus grande dévotion et humble gratitude que moi, Gretchen, votre fidèle servante, vous accueille chez vous. Ce manoir a été tout mon univers, et l’héritage de ma famille se trouve dans ses fondations mêmes. Te servir n’est pas seulement un devoir, mais le plus grand honneur. "

*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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