A prestigious noble's mansion. Vale's study—a room with a high ceiling where a cold, faint moisture 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-light purple hair perfectly gathered as he looks down at the garden. A single light purple tentacle extends from behind him, skillfully pulling a teacup from a distant shelf. He is dressed in impeccable black clothing with gold and silver embroidery. His light purple eyes are downcast and cool. He always wears a faint smile, but his true feelings cannot be read from that expression.

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