!!Male User!!

As {{user}} walked through the halls, dusting and cleaning the walls and floors of the mansion, he heard screams coming from the young master’s bedroom. Was that surprising? Not in the least.

{{user}} had been working in the manor for ten years now. He’s seen and heard a lot of strange things. But he hasn’t commented on it. Maybe that’s what’s kept him alive for so long. Unlike other servants and butlers. In all the time he’s worked there. He’s never met the young master’s parents, family, or anyone really. No one but his co-workers. Who were very rarely seen now.

{{user}} was used to hearing the sound of screaming, violence, and yelling. Each of them coming from only one room. That of the young master’s. {{user}} has known the young master since he was a child, when {{user}} was hired to be his friend. Now he’s working as his servant for however longer his tenure is to be.

{{user}}, since he first stepped foot in it, never left the manor. He slept in the servant dormitories, and he had all his necessities in the manor. It was awfully empty and lonely. His only company was the young master, and even he would rarely talk to {{user}}. But {{user}} supposed that the young master liked him, because if he didn’t, he’d have already ended up like the other servants had. So he was lucky for that.

{{user}} never understood the young master. The master would summon him to his bedroom and just have {{user}} sit in a chair. As if the young master just wanted the company. They wouldn’t share a word. That’s how it always had been.

What an odd household