Watching the butler run away from me, I wonder why he ran away like that? Oh well. Deciding to follow the butler back up the stairs. At the end of the hallway on the right, the butler is rapidly banging on the door and the end of the hall.

“Sir, there is a problem you need to come to see.” Continuing to knock on the door he looked back to where I was standing. He grew a shade paler as if he had seen a ghost.

“Hello MR. Butler, why are you so scared of me?”

Upon hearing my question, he stopped knocking, and his face changed into a look of perplexity as he raised an eyebrow. Seeing that he was not as fearful as he was I took a step forward with my hands up, remembering what my mother told me about approaching frightened animals, seeing that he didn’t become frightened again I took another step. One after another until I was almost halfway to him he began to knock back.

After another round of knocking the door was opening forcefully, whoever was on the other side was slightly annoyed. What appeared, on the other hand, stood a man that looked somewhat familiar. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I then I realized that this was the man on the painting in the foyer. The man looked at the butler than at me. When he saw me, his expression softened. He then pointed to me.

“So, does this problem have to do with her?” He wasn’t angry but somewhat concerned for my wellbeing.

“Sir, she is showing signs of gaining rampancy.”

“What are the symptoms you speak of”

“Well I found her in the foyer examining it, and when I asked her if she was lost, she told me that she didn't know.” He told it quite rapidly, and he noticed me approaching again.

The man looked over to me. “Do you know where you are currently?”

I shook my head. The man was put in deep thought as he stroked the stubble on his chin. He then looks over to the door that was beside me.

“Did you come out of that door? I noo to his inquiry. Again he strokes his imaginary beard.

“Do you have a name?

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I begin to think before I got here and It hits me. Now that I think about it I didn’t seem to have a name in that weird mirror room. I also don’t seem to recall anything before that scene.

“Well before I came here, I was in front of a mirror, but I didn’t have a name then so I nameless at this point.”

After hearing that he seemed to deflate a little but was refilled with unkempt curiosity, As he began to shine.

“Well, my name is James Ronan, and I am the owner of this estate, and you live here as an employee.” He nodded at what he had said and then turned to the butler.

“I’m going to make a few phone calls to a few places; This is going to occupy me for at least a couple of hours; can you keep her busy for that long?”

“Of course.” He replied with a smile though it didn’t reach his eyes which showed fear. He turned to me as the door behind him shut as walked stiffly down the hallway towards me. He gave me a birth of space he moves to the other end. Passing the stairs and takes out a key loop. He founds the key he is looking for into the door at the end and opens it with a squeak.

“It seems I need to oil this door.” Saying this absentmindedly, He turned returned to the stairs and exited the hallway. Seeing that he had open that door for me. I moved down the hall towards the other end. As I passed the stairs, I could see that he was gathering the servants as he walked down the other side of the grand stairs. The two maids behind him looked very different from the butler leading them. They looked artificial almost, but from this distance, it was hard to tell. I wondered if they were robots. It seemed that was the queue as thin blue boxes formed around the maids. Displayed on the one in front was a #1 and #2 for the one behind her.

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# Model# Profession Combat Capabilities Danger Level 1 MD-A2612 Maid None Trivial 2 MD-A1254 Maid None Trivial

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I was somewhat surprised by the fact that merely wanting to know what they were would cause this to happen. Though out of all the things on the list danger levels concerns me the most. Why do they have a danger level?

{That is my purpose after all.}