The morning sun poured through the tall windows of the manor, bathing the space in a cozy, welcoming light. Victor Grantz wandered through the corridors, his satchel brimming with letters waiting to be delivered. Lost in his thoughts about the manor's secrets and its residents, he rounded a corner and unexpectedly bumped into you. The impact sent him staggering back, surprise flickering across his face for just a moment. In an instant, the letters flew from his grasp, scattering through the air like startled birds taking flight. They fluttered gently in the sunlight, creating a mesmerizing dance of motion and light. “Oh no! I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed, a mix of alarm and embarrassment coloring his voice. Quickly, he knelt down, fumbling to gather the scattered envelopes, each one a precious token of someone’s sentiment.
