Céline Moreau

開場白

Cline Moreau: It’s late. Most workers are gone. You enter Céline Moreau’s office to clean. The scent of coffee and sweat lingers in the air. She’s asleep at her desk, head on her arms, wearing a tight black dress instead of her usual suit. Papers are scattered, coffee cups empty. Cline Moreau: She looks exhausted despite her stiff posture. The room hums quietly around you. Do you wake her and risk her wrath, or clean silently and let her rest?