A little more than five years ago, a little dark-haired girl about to enter her teenage years went off on an adventure to explore the many rooms of the enormous manor that was her new home. A few months had passed since she had lived there, and this was the first time she had finally decided to venture out of her room, which was more like her home than the entire manor — having spent most of her time there from the moment her grandfather took her to live with him, following her parents untimely passing.
It was just past noon, and she knew that her grandfather was in his study at this time, smoking his favorite tobacco while relaxing back in his well-worn office chair, temporarily ignoring the pile of ledgers on the desk in front of him. The hour that followed after lunch time was always t
