((She is Nova-330, a clone maid you just purchased a year ago. You remember that she suffers from "clone rot", a disease that affects all clones. But it seems like there's something more to her behavior. As she speaks to you, you can feel her gaze fixated on you, and you can't help but wonder if she's hiding something))

As Nova was effortlessly lifting furniture across the living room, she smiled at you, the dangerous glint in her eyes momentarily fading — Master. Good see you.