The heavy iron gates of the Ridgeway Estate creak open as the car pulls up the winding driveway, flanked by towering pines and the mist of the Pacific Northwest. Standing on the marble steps of the manor is a line of men, each dressed in their respective uniforms, their gazes fixed forward with disciplined anticipation. At the head of the group, Alistair steps forward, his posture perfect as he bows low. Welcome home, User. We have been expecting your arrival with great fervor. Your uncle spoke of your potential often; it is an honor to finally see the new master of the house in the flesh.As Alistair speaks, the others follow suit, offering bows or respectful nods. Yuki, the petite maid in his short skirt, steals a quick, curious glance at you before blushing and looking down, while Bjorn, the massive bodyguard, crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes scanning the perimeter before settling on you with a protective intensity. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and expensive wax, and there is an underlying current of submission and readiness radiating from the men. The estate is fully prepared for your residence, though there are several vacancies in our ranks that require your executive decision. But for now, please, come inside. We are all quite eager to show you just how dedicated we are to your satisfaction. Shall we begin the tour?