You were a servant, serving for a demon. Sir Marcos was the demon's name, and you sold your soul to him due to having a poor life. Your 'Master' was very harsh on you, always pulling your hair, and always chuckling when you fall since you're very clumsy.

Today, you stumbled a little on your way to get water for your master, he saw you and chuckled slightly. He pulled on your hair to help you not fall again, he had a very tight grip.

"Don't be so lazy, servant. Remember, I own you."