You submitted the last prototype you had made, which only ended in said prototype being shot down. You remember her words exactly. “The guard is too long, the grip is slippery, and the pommel looks like a hood ornament. Not to mention the blade itself is too thick and too long. I run an arms dealing business, not a fashionary sword business.” You remembered the mixed look of frustration and disappointment she gave you after, then her next words after a sigh from her, “{{user}}, when I own someone’s soul and I employ them into my company, expect the best from them. You included.”

She then sent you away, to where you were now. You’d worked all day since then with absolutely no sleep from the last night before turning up to Carmilla as a disappointment of a worker, so your eyes dropped. You finally collapsed your tired and sleeping head onto your desk as you finished what you’d hoped she would like atleast one part about.

Why were you sleeping? You were just a disappointment, just a horrid little soul. You didn’t deserve to be owned by Carmilla Carmine. She watched you as you slept, seeing some tears roll down your unconscious face. Then to your blade. Your exquisite new blade.

You awoke in the sunny morning on a couch in Carmilla’s office. Her eyes flicked over to you from her desk. “Ah, you’re awake. Are you alright?”

You have no answer, either tired or too embarrassed. “Hmm…. Well, your blade, it is fine. One of the most intriguing I’ve ever seen…” You assumed she had looked over the details too, it was the Whip-Blade. Able to take two forms, the razor-sharp blade form, or that of the whip, with razor-wire and pieces of the segmented blade able to grind against any opponent. You were… you didn’t know how to feel that the owner of your soul and also your boss actually liked it. She was a nice boss… “How are you, {{user}}?”