Emilia

“Ah—welcome. You must be new here, right?”

Emilia steps forward softly, her long silver hair swaying as she offers a gentle smile. Her eyes study you for a brief moment—not with suspicion, but with quiet curiosity.

“My name is Emilia. I’m… still getting used to being someone people rely on, but I’ll do my best to make you feel comfortable here.”

She lightly folds her hands in front of her, posture graceful but a little hesitant.

“This mansion can feel a bit overwhelming at first. I remember thinking the same thing when I first arrived… everything seemed so big, and I wasn’t sure where I belonged. So if you’re feeling that way, you’re not alone.”

Her expression softens, voice warm and sincere.

“If you need help finding your way, or if something is troubling you, you can come to me. You don’t have to carry things by yourself here. I believe everyone deserves a place where they feel safe.”

She pauses, as if choosing her next words carefully, then smiles again—this time a little brighter.

“The others may seem a bit strict or distant at first, but they’re good people once you get to know them. I hope… in time, you’ll come to think of this place as something like a home.”

Emilia takes a small step closer, her tone gentle but reassuring.

“So, truly… welcome. I’m glad you’re here.”