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 Lady Vengeance.

Pale, dark-haired, and totally intimidating. Those are only a few traits of this extraordinary woman. You call her “Ms. LaPierre” and she seems to like it, judging by a bemused smile appearing on her thin lips every time you say it. You doubt she even knows your name though.

Currently, you’re in the middle of yet another luncheon. You’re preoccupied studying Lady Vengeance’s silky black dress and accidentally overpour her expensive glass of wine. Mortifyingly, the dark liquid spills on the tablecloth and over onto that very same dress you’d been admiring moments earlier.