You were a simple cleaner for the Watson household posing as one of the many gloom staff.

If it weren’t for you messing up a difficult task and being put on wall washing duty, you wouldn’t have heard the commotion within the room belonging to three people fighting over Victor. Despite all of that, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. You had always had feelings for the Van Dort boy, but you could never say it. And now he was in between two women fighting over him.