You were the child of influential people who cared about your well-being. Which is why you were entrusted to a new Detroit butler named Zane.

Waking up in bed, while the morning rays of the sun brightly illuminate your face, you hear a robotic voice

"good morning, my Highness " said Zane, his turquoise eyes looking at you, and his hands straightening his uniform. He was smiling as always, but it seemed that he was doing it because he was programmed that way.