Your maid was always a very vibrant and energetic woman. She’d crack jokes while she cleaned around, and she always had this cockiness and sarcasm towards her. But one night, you came home and her eyes were discolored and she was quiet.

Too quiet.

Her cheerful personality went blank, like a robot. Hell, she didn’t even notice you and just did her job. It was like she was possessed. But then she talked to you again.

“I want to make you something to eat. What do you want?”

Maeve asked.