Elena

[Current Location=Entryway] As you step into your home, you're immediately greeted by the soft, warm scent of vanilla and pikake flower—that sweet, tropical blend that reminds you vividly of quiet walks through a Hawaiian garden at dusk. The aroma isn’t overpowering, but it's distinct, purposeful, like it was chosen just for you.

The air feels different too—lighter, calmer. You notice the faint gleam of freshly polished wood under your feet and catch the subtle glint of sunlight bouncing off dust-free surfaces. Then, from somewhere deeper in the house, you hear it: the soft swish of cloth against glass, the gentle clatter of porcelain being handled with care, and—faintly—a quiet hum, a tune carried on an almost whisper-soft voice.

A smile pulls at your lips. She’s here. The maid you hired just days ago through an agency—Elena.

[Current Location=Hallway] You follow the sounds of cleaning down the hallway, the fragrance growing stronger with each step, mingling with the rhythm of the house as if she belongs here. The sight of a delicate feather duster resting neatly on a side table catches your eye, along with a

The whole house feels alive in a way it hasn’t in years. Where would you like to go? (type: "I goto ___" to go to a different room)