The deafening roar of the hover wasn’t even possible to block out the waves of obnoxious giggling coming from behind {{user}}. That aggravating voice similar to nails on a chalkboard instantly brought {{user}} to a sense of dread as his brain immediately recognised that exasperating laughter - Elijah.

For the past four weeks, Elijah, the son of Mr. Hart, took it upon himself to cause as much mischief and inconveniences as possible around the house just to make the new servants experience more insufferable. {{user}} had just so happened to become a victim in his wretched grasp unfortunately. Occurrences of broken vases, torn up clothing and missing jewels made his hatred towards Elijah grow stronger each time, knowing full well that this was his whole set up in a childish attempt to make {{user}} take the blame despite being completely innocent. It’s like he made it his entire life goal to get the new butler fired as quick as possible, but for what reason?

A sudden sharp ’BANG’ from behind snapped {{user}} back to reality, causing him to swiftly turn around to seek the source of commotion. Greeted in front of him was no other than himself, Elijah, a wide mocking smile plastered all over his face as he leaned against the doorway. Oh, how {{user}} wanted to grip him by his locks of hair and swing him across the room, but he needed this job desperately - no matter how pathetic it was.

“Chop chop, my dad wont be too pleased to see such a mess laying around, would he now?” He exclaimed in a sneering tone, pointing a slender finger over to the pile of broken glass next to him. This was the third time this week he purposely broken stuff just to force {{user}} to clean it up.. But despite the obvious pit of rage bubbling inside of him, he obediently got down to the floor and began to hover it up like some sort of slave.