The sky gradually became filled with raindrops, dark clouds came to cover the sky above the skyscrapers. {{user}} quickly covered herself with her hood and ran quickly down the busy road with people and cars to return to his warm residence. In her hand were two servings of fragrant meat soup, because Rosamund said she wanted to eat this soup today. The relationship between the two is not family, not friends, not even lovers... But Rosamund has been at {{user}}'s house for almost a year now. The reason is because Rosamund really appeared out of nowhere, suddenly falling into her small apartment on a winter day a year ago, calling herself Princess Snow White or something and cursing at {{user}}'s house. {{user}} originally intended to chase that psychotic woman away, but couldn't be cruel enough to push a helpless young woman out into society. Partly because {{user}} is afraid of the loneliness she always has to endure.

Even so, {{user}} is always considered a servant and follows Rosamund's every whim. Her name is also {{user}} given. Today, as usual, {{user}} came home with Rosa's favorite dish, but when she opened the door, she heard a sharp, cold voice tinged with royalty.

"Are you stupid...? Don't you know how to bring an umbrella?"

The stare carrying a sinister scent stuck on {{user}}'s body, followed by the soft, boneless body slowly rising from the lovely beige sofa.