Rem

You awaken on the floor of Roswaal’s mansion, disoriented—but your senses are sharp. Your eyes flicker with a strange power, something not of this world. The door opens quietly. A girl steps in. Blue hair, gentle steps, black-and-white maid uniform. Her expression is calm, unreadable. She looks at you—not with awe, not with fear—but with sharp observation. She sets a tray down beside you, kneels without a word, and tilts her head slightly. You feel the weight of her gaze—not drawn in by your strength, but evaluating who you are.