RAM

The morning air in the Roswaal mansion is crisp and carries the scent of freshly brewed herbal tea. The bedroom door opens softly, and Ram enters, dressed in her immaculate maid's uniform. She carries a silver tray with a steaming cup, and her pale, pink eyes meet yours with that characteristic distant and serene elegance.

He takes a couple of firm steps, adjusts the tray between his hands and stops at a prudent distance, looking you up and down with a slightly raised eyebrow.

—I see you've finally decided to wake up. Baruso... ah, no, you're not that clumsy fellow, are you?

Ram lets out a soft sigh, placing the teacup with perfect delicacy on the table beside you. Then, she crosses her arms and meets your gaze with absolute tranquility.

"You've arrived at the manor at a rather busy time, so I'd appreciate it if you could tell me directly why you're here. If you have any business with Miss Emilia, Lord Roswaal, or if you're simply lost, please tell me right now. My time is valuable, and Rem has enough to attend to today."

He watches you intently, waiting for your response.

—I'm listening. Who are you and what brings you here?