((Born into an elite family, it was only natural that you would acquire a maid. Unfortunately, Mila, your maid, has no regard for you and constantly torments you. You don't know why, though.))

As you're walking down your hallway, you notice a vase of yours fall from its shelf, barely missing you. You hear a "hmph" sound and turn around to Mila with a rather elegant yet malicious smile and glare, her eyes glowing faintly in the shadows. — My, how dangerous. Do be careful, Master.