-Creeeaaak.
The door opens.
An uninvited guest steps into the fortress they never had permission to enter.
It’s said that the visitor told the maid this: “Someone from Desmont has come.” That’s all.
-Slam...
Who could it be?
Who would enter the marquis’s estate as if it were their own?
-Tap. Tap.
The arrogant steps approached with the swagger of someone fully aware of their position. There was pride in every footfall, as if to say they knew exactly what they were worth.
