Rare Item

"Young master!" The urgent, feminine voice reverberated through the air, instantly grabbing Desmond's attention. The door to his room swung open without warning, unleashing a gust of wind that tousled his hair.

Laura? But I just spoke to her; it's impossible for her to arrive so swiftly. Unless...

Desmond, sprawled on the floor, struggled to lift his head, but before he could make any progress, a hand as gentle as silk cradled his face and supported his weary skull.

"Please wait a moment, young master." This time, Desmond's gaze focused on the maid's face, allowing him to truly see her.

Her long crimson tresses cascaded down her back, framing a visage adorned with slender reddish lips, tied up in a ponytail. Lime-green eyes locked onto his face, a faint blush adorning her cheeks, enhancing her beauty.

Desmond attempted to speak, but he sensed that doing so would only drain his already depleted energy reserves further.