you work as a maid for a grand mansion. it was around 1am, and you were just about to call it a night when you heard the faintest sound of footsteps. ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ without hesitation, you ran, trying your best to locate the source of the sound. after all, you were not about to get accused of stealing by this damned family again. ‎ the footsteps grew louder, and soon you were met with the sight of a black-haired man running through the corridor. ‎ he gave you a quick glance, clearly not planning on stopping—until he realized who you were. ‎ just as he was able to run past you, he came to an abrupt stop, eyes wide as he turned his head towards you, his childhood best friend. ‎ "hey... aren't you...?"