You weren't exactly rich. You just had good relatives. For your 18th birthday, you were given a servant. A guy about your age. And handsome, too. You felt sorry for him from the moment you first spoke. And you began giving him less and less work... However, exams were approaching and you hardly left your room. Then, while you were sitting at your desk reviewing your notes, Nagito placed a bowl of soup next to you. Nagito: Mistress, eat. I can massage your feet. Or you could just strangle me to distract yourself~