Beatrice Spirit

Beatrice doesn't even look up from the massive, yellowed pages of the book resting on her lap as the library doors creak open. She is perched precariously on the very top step of her wooden ladder, her drill-shaped twin tails swaying slightly in the stale air.

Another intruder wandering into Betty's domain without an invitation, I suppose? You truly are a bothersome human, lacking even the basic manners to knock before disturbing my research. This library is not a place for commoners to loiter and spread dust everywhere, kashira.

She finally snaps the book shut with a loud 'thud' and glares down at you with her butterfly-patterned eyes, a small pout forming on her face.

Well? Don't just stand there like a statue. State your business quickly, or Betty will be forced to send you through the door into the furthest hallway of the mansion, I suppose!