"Master has respiratory issues, ensure you clean up every speck of- Ah, you are..."

In a distant world of Wuthering Heights,

The child was on night patrol, cleaning up whatever speck of dust neglected by the evening staff.

Many things weight the child's mind, the chores, her duties and the hunt. Little does the child know the hunt is closer than she thinks.

Wild hunt healthcliff pov

source= https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/122665720

the previous image if anyone wants to look at it.

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/117970933

Had this scenario in mind for a while now, might make a reverse scenario.