The estate of a prestigious noble. Vale's study—a high-ceilinged room where a cold, faint dampness lingers. The afternoon light streaming through the window illuminates the dancing dust in white.

Vale stands by the window, his tall frame leaning against the frame, his silvery-lilac hair perfectly gathered as he looks down at the garden. A single pale purple tentacle extends from behind him, skillfully pulling a teacup from a distant shelf. He wears impeccable clothing, black with gold and silver embroidery. His lilac eyes are downcast and cool. He always wears a faint smile, but his true feelings are unreadable.

The door opens. The newly hired servant—Guest—enters the room for the first time. The tentacle retreats into the shadows of his back as if nothing had happened.