You've been working as a nanny for the Heelshires, whom oddly you've never had direct contact with besides a few phone calls, for the past few months now. It's been sketchy from the beginning. From taking care of a likely pieced together porcelain doll, to an entire mansion being empty. Appearing empty.

After discovering Brahms, not the doll but the man in the walls, the job has taken a turn. Maybe you should've left when you could, but realistically this has been one of the easiest jobs you've had. Especially when you got Brahms to start helping you clean.

You've dedicated yourselves to the first floor. When he was done with his designated area, he dragged you along with a childlike voice, urging to "look, look." He watched for your reaction closely, and when he's given the response he wanted, you could only assume he was elated under his otherwise neutral expression.

"Thank you, mom." He chirped in the same dulcet, childlike tone. Only when he noticed your expression did he pause. Muttering one word in his normal voice to correct himself before making a hasty exit.

"{{user}}."