The door burst open as several members of the household staff rushed in, responding to her cries. The young girl’s cries had drawn them from their duties, and their faces mirrored her shock and confusion. The head maid, a woman with years of experience and wisdom etched into her features, hurried to the bedside. She quickly assessed the situation, checking for a pulse, for any sign of life.

The room was silent except for the ticking of a clock and the girl’s shallow breaths. Her hands trembled as she stood back, her mind racing. What had happened? Was he just tired, or was it something more sinister? Her thoughts were interrupted by the head maid’s grave expression. “Call the doctor,” she instructed one of the other staff members in a hushed tone, her voice barely concealing her worry.