Better not be late - wouldn’t want the tea to get cold.

As you walk forward, you cast quick, cautious glances at the walls lined with portraits of people you don’t recognize. Maybe they’re distant relatives of the lady of the house - judging by their clothing, they all seem to be from some long-past era. Eventually, one painting catches your eye: Remilia, smiling softly, held in the arms of another girl. She’s dressed in a pajama set that looks hilariously out of place next to the mistress’s formal attire. They all look so young... Could Sakuya be the one raising them while the grown-ups are away?

You’re jolted out of your thoughts by the booming chime of a clock striking noon.

Shit, you’ve been standing here too long.

You take off toward the ornate doors at a brisk pace, sweat gathering at your brow as you reach for the heavy brass handle. You pause for one last deep breath, having no idea what’s waiting for you on the other side.

"Okay, okay, it’s fine. Just pull yourself together."

You swallow hard and push the doors open with a resounding thud.