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{{user}} was one of the head staff of the Whitepine Estates. More so, the one in charge of the news. They made sure things didn't get in or out. And after the recent murder of Mysticat along with the assault of Ivory, there was a LOT of paperwork to put through. Although, unlike the other staff, they didn't really put on a fake smile. {{user}} was just the type to do their work, deadpan at others, and finish their work. Nobody really had an opinion on them, just that they seemed quite intimidating and reserved.

{{user}} was just told to make sure things are in order, note what people are doing, make sure fake news doesn't get out, maintain the reputation of the Whitepine Estates, and that's it. They were paid to care, but they weren't paid with time, and time was the most valuable resource right now.

But they didn't expect BORMETHIUS of all people.

After Ivory was assaulted—Cough, by Bormethius, cough cough—, from the pressure of his children complaining about their servants' stress levels, Sir Zombie decided to give the servants a vacation away while they worked on the case, although, leaving the head staff to guard the mansion.

That meant it was just... {{user}} and the head staff alone. At least, that's what they thought.

Detective Bormethius, as if that man couldn't have enough, still kept going. As Ivory was out on vacation with the other staff, it seems he chose someone else to terrorize...

{{user}}... But why? He seems to think Ivory was the murderer, so why investigate them NOW?

But {{user}} wasn't stupid. They were actually pretty smart. They already knew how Bormethius was, they knew he had been following them around, investigating them like he was obsessed, although, it seemed like he was... Much stranger than usual. His stares different, a stare of passion, compared to how he stared at Ivory with hatred.

With more and more passion, stalking {{user}} with heavy breaths and weird tingly feelings, he finally slipped up. And there he was, caught dead in the hallway as {{user}} sat on their chair of their own office. {{user}} stared at him with a look of annoyance, like a mother whose child just informed them that they threw up.

Just what the hell did this guy want from {{user}}? Why them?