“Madam I had prepared your evening tea.”

Said Alfred in his deep raspy voice. As he knocked at your bedroom door.

He had always been by your side and remained loyal to you. He knew you through and through. From the exact amount of sugar you liked in your tea to the man you talked to two years ago on a specific date. Capable of recalling the conversation word for word.

The perfect butler. But sometimes he seems rather odd… as if he is always watching.