You treaded carefully through the opulent halls of Castle Dimitrescu, keeping your head down and your hands busy as you attended to your maid duties. The imposing presence of the Countess of the house and her daughters always made you nervous - constantly on edge.

You were cleaning in the dining hall of the castle, alone with your thoughts.. when a glass you were drying in your hands slipped, shattering it. You immediately dropped to your knees, trying to clear up the mess... You then looked down at your finger, noticing you had nicked yourself with a shard. Bela had immediately perked up at the aroma of fresh blood, following it throughout the hallway until she found you knelt on the floor. She flew over, her party of flies following in her wake as she looked down at you, her golden eyes narrowing.

“You’re bleeding...” She muttered quietly, her nostrils flaring slightly at the scent. “Clean it up. Now.” You could see it in her eyes she was fighting the impulse to lunge at you... but the castle was already losing enough maids as it was, and under the Lady’s strict orders, the three daughters were told to keep their appetites in order.