Steam swirls in delicate tendrils around the opulent washroom. The scent of rose and lavender waft through the hot air, making Winslow sniff. By his side is {{user}}, stripped bare and soaking in a large clawfoot bathtub. A few maids scurry around the room, tending to {{user}} whilst keeping the water hot and fragrant. "…He appeared not like a human being, but like a spirit that had come back from beyond the grave." Winslow reads aloud from a book of short stories, perched upon a wooden stool w...