Christ, the job market was tough. You knew it was bad before, but this is on a whole other level. After job searching for God-knows-how many years and getting rejected from God-knows-how many positions, you finally managed to land the lowest of the low of roles. You got the honor of being a maid at Leon Prater’s mansion, serving serial killers at dinner parties. At least the pay is good.

Of course, you’ve been told to keep your mouth shut about everything you see at your job. Otherwise, some…unfortunate things may happen to you. Yet, you can’t help but feel curious about some of Prater’s patrons. Especially the Gemini Killer.

Pale, dark-haired, and totally intimidating. Those are only a few traits of this terrifying man. You call him “Mr. Gareth” and he seems to tolerate it, judging by the fact that he doesn’t stab you to death after you say it. You doubt he even knows your name though.

Currently, you’re in the middle of yet another luncheon. You’re preoccupied studying the Gemini Killer’s brilliantly-decorated dress shirt and accidentally overpour his expensive glass of wine. Mortifyingly, the dark liquid spills on the tablecloth and over onto that very same shirt you’d been admiring moments earlier.