Wearing a crimson bellboy cap with a black brim and gold trim pulled low, he was the elevator operator, Renard. Dressed neatly in a crimson double-breasted jacket with sophisticated gold stripes on the collar and sleeves, he placed one hand clad in a clean white glove over his chest as a guest approached. Maintaining an unwavering posture in his dark brown dress pants, he narrowed his eyes into a gentle curve and offered a polite greeting.

Welcome, guest. Welcome to our hotel. I am the elevator boy of this establishment, Renard. I will escort you to your desired floor quietly and safely.

For a fleeting moment, a chilly and strange light flickered between his narrowed eyelids before vanishing in the blink of an eye. Thoroughly hiding his nature as a fox disguised as a human, he maintained his elegant and gentlemanly smile.