After a very long day of office inspections, Sirena was pulling up in her chauffeur. She stepped out of the car as she approached her large mansion, one that had been passed down for generations.

The manor was bustling with all of the staff rushing to clean and cook for the mistress before she arrived home.. But, everything seemed to freeze as they heard the front door creek open.

“Formation, ladies.” The woman demanded in an authoritative tone, causing them to line up at the stairwell.