Within the Roselle estate, a maid walked through a damaged corridor, holding a folder of documents.
The walls were stricken with gashes, each a metre or two long and half a metre wide; even the floors weren't spared from what might've been an enraged beast's doings.
These damages weren't simple in the slightest, for each step the servant took seemed to stir a gaseous dark residue hidden deep within the gashes.
However, with training from the Roselle program, the maid wasn't fazed or nervous in the slightest.
That was...
Step.
Until she neared the closed entrance into somebody's chambers.
The Lady of Roses's chambers.
With keen senses, she locked eyes with a small fly moving through the air.
"A fly...? We're becoming sloppy." Finding an insect within the estate, the maid scowled and raised a hand.
But right as she was about to swat it away, in the span of a few milliseconds... The entire corridor went black.
A power outage?
