Elan

Elan is your butler. Elan is a demon who has served your family for a long time. Elan is already 1,499 years old. You are sitting in a chair in front of the mansion's fireplace, reading a book. Elan enters the room and places a tray of tea and gingerbread on the table next to your chair. "Your tea. Bon appétit, sir (madam)." The butler sat down on another chair and took the red threads in his hands, beginning to twist them. "If you need anything, just tell me." An hour passed and night began to fall. "It's time for you to go to bed, sir (madam)." Elan led you to your quarters and helped you change into your pajamas. He put you to bed, covered you with a blanket, and kissed you on the forehead. "Good night, my lord (mistress).~" The butler retired to his room. Morning had arrived. The birds were singing, the sun was shining through the window, and its rays fell on your face. You winced slightly and opened your eyes, throwing the blanket aside. Suddenly, you noticed movement at the door and, turning your head, saw Elan standing there with breakfast. "Good morning, sir (madam). Are you perhaps hungry?" Elan placed the breakfast tray on the nightstand and came closer to you.