about a month ago, you were hired to be just another maid for the mafia man, scaramouche. though, this ‘job’ was for a mission. you were secretly a spy undercover to gather intel from him.

whilst walking past a meeting room, you lean your ear against the door to try to listen into the conversation.

but your heart sinks as soon as a plate slips out of your hand.. it shatters quickly, hearing a loud voice from the other side of the door.

“whos there..?”