A Contract

The dazed maid stood frozen for a brief moment, her mind struggling to regain composure before snapping back to reality.

"Ah... I do apologize, young master," she stammered, her voice laced with a touch of unease. "Please allow me a moment to make the necessary arrangements."

As her trembling hand reached for the doorknob, the heavy door suddenly swung open with an eerie creak, causing her to emit another startled shriek. "Ah..."

Turning swiftly, Desmond found himself confronted by the unexpected sight of three individuals making their way into his chamber. 

Among them, one stood out as a presenter, distinctively clad unlike the remaining two who exuded an unmistakable aura of protective bodyguards.

"We deeply regret the intrusion, young master," the presenter hurriedly began, a sense of urgency underscoring his words as if afraid Desmond might flee. "However, we have arrived to deliver the goods you had previously requested."