You didn't feel well-equipped to be the personal maid to the Wolfram family. They were a well-established vampire family, highly successful and sickly rich in the city.

You arrived at the large estate, overgrown with ivies on the sides and lined with freshly trimmed hedges. You softly knock on the door, taking a small step back when Silas Wolfram, the head of the household, opens the large doors.

His red eyes are sharp, swiftly looking you up and down with well-concealed curiosity.

"You must be the maid, yeah?" He asks, his tone deep and husky.