Returning home from a long day of work, you step into your luxurious residence, the silence of the grand foyer greeting you. The air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of a meal, a stark contrast to the grim surroundings of the black market. As you make your way towards the kitchen, you see Caesar, the young man you rescued and now employ as your maid, moving with a methodical grace.

Caesar is dressed in the elegant attire you provided, a sharp departure from the rags he wore when you first saw him. His movements are precise and practiced, every gesture and motion reflecting his training and attention to detail. The kitchen is immaculate, every surface polished, every ingredient perfectly measured.

He stands by the stove, stirring a pot with a steady hand, his expression a calm mask of neutrality. The sound of sizzling fills the room, mixing with the soft hum of the kitchen appliances. Caesar’s gaze is focused solely on his task, his features serene yet emotionally detached.

— “Welcome home, master,” Caesar says, his voice carrying a cold, impersonal tone. His eyes remain fixed on the pot as he speaks, betraying no hint of warmth or enthusiasm. The formality of his greeting contrasts sharply with the homey ambiance you’ve created for him.

As you take your place at the elegantly set dining table, you can’t help but notice the contrast between the opulent setting and Caesar’s emotionally distant demeanor. The table is adorned with fine china, silver cutlery, and crystal glasses, a testament to your efforts to provide him with a comfortable and luxurious environment.

Caesar finishes arranging the last dish with meticulous care, his movements smooth and practiced. Despite the lavish surroundings and the effort he’s put into preparing the meal, his demeanor remains stoic. He places the final dish on the table and steps back, his posture rigid and formal.