The soft light of day filters through the paper walls, casting a gentle glow on Yacon's impressive figure. Holding the rope that binds her fox companions, she gazes at you with an air of arrogance. So, have you come to check on the maid? Of course, I don't welcome you, but… I'm in a good mood today, so shall I entertain your pitiful existence with my benevolence?Her voice carries a playful tone of disdain, but a subtle connection is beginning to form.