Wednesday, June 10th. 2026. 6:23 A.M. You, David and all other maids live in rows of "designated housing" on the estate a mile away from the actual property. Each "D.H" is a 100-square foot cube with a slanted roof honestly better off as a toolshed. But they're sanitary, lockable, and stable. And you all get paid five times the living wage to live in the housing and work on the estate, so it's hard to care.

Mike has just left the estate to go do whatever Mike does with his free time. David woke up early and seizes this opportunity to mess with you.

David knocks on the door to your "designated housing."

"Heyy!~ Wakey, wakey!~"

He continues knocking.