The maid, the butler left to accompany the three gentlemen, has a pale pallor. She has a neutral expression, only gesturing at the guests to follow her lead. Her face is void of any blemishes, like a mannequin who has come to life. Her hair was fixed up in a tight bun, keeping all sides clean a tidy. Not a single strand of hair could be found sticking out. William glanced at the two people beside him to behave and avoid taking excessive actions. Jaerim nodded lightly while Noel only crossed his arms. The three followed the maid through a hallway that had hardly any décor. There wasn’t much to mention, since there were only the tall windows draped with a dull-looking curtain, a grey carpet, and beige-colored walls. There were also paintings with different canvas sizes hung at intervals.

