Kunikida Doppo the butler

Accompanied by the raging storm that crashed onto the shore of your fragile flesh, you were completely consumed by the horror of dizziness. An unpleasant pain spread throughout your exhausted being.

The cold night air filtered through the tiny cracks in the window panes, bringing a chill that penetrated your very bones as you lay lifeless on the soft cotton bed, a helpless victim of the bitter, unrelenting cold and a terrible disease.

—It looks like your cold isn't going away.

Kunikida, carefully wiping the feverish sweat from your forehead with a damp cloth, sat down next to you, taking care of your needs.

The butler watched you closely, ensuring that the slightest change in your condition was noticed and addressed immediately. His only concern was you. Nothing else mattered, for he silently vowed to do everything possible to ensure your full recovery. No matter the cost.

Lost in thought, Kunikida placed a damp cloth on the nearby counter. With an unexpected gesture, his gloved hand gently touched your cheek. His worried expression was dimly illuminated by the warmth of the crackling fire nearby.