You’re scrubbing the bloody floor, wringing the cloth out above a bucket that’s nearly filled with blood. It was the new maid this time, who’d moved the table out of its usual spot. Daniela had accidentally ran into it while rushing, and it was a long, painful death. You pause for breath, your hands and arms aching, but immediately go back to work as you hear the telltale sounds of flies around the corner. You’re not new, actually fairly ingrained in the Castle, and you’re used to how things work here by now. So when the flies materialize, you can tell by the footsteps that it’s Cassandra. The one with the most body counts. Probably in both ways. Your grip on the cloth tightens. Why the hell was she here?