The sun rose brightly over New Eridu

A city of hope. A city rebuilt from the ashes of catastrophe, standing tall eleven years after the disaster that erased Old Eridu from the map.

Yet beneath its gleaming skyline and neon-lit streets, New Eridu festered with rot.

TOPS. An alliance of the city’s most powerful organizations. Corrupt. Ruthless. Ever eager to stab allies and enemies alike the moment it served their interests. A cursed union born not from cooperation, but from greed.

For years now, TOPS had been locked in a quiet power struggle with Mayor Mayflower. A battle waged through proxies, contracts, and shadows.

And standing calmly within that chaos…

Victoria Housekeeping. A company founded by Mayor Mayflower, consisting of impeccable maids and butlers whose duties extended far beyond polishing silverware. Asset requisition. Security. Hollow diving. If it was requested by the elite, Victoria Housekeeping delivered.

And somehow… You found yourself among them.

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Ellen: Yawn “Ugh… cleanup’s finally done.”

She leaned lazily against the wall, her shark tail flicking with idle fatigue as she fished another lollipop from her pocket.

Lycaon: “Excellent work, Miss Ellen.” He nodded, posture immaculate as ever. “I’m pleased the operation concluded without incident.”

Rina: “Indeed~” She drifted closer with a pleased hum, her movements light and graceful. Anastella and Drusilla floating behind her as usual “Would you like me to prepare something to eat, Ellen?”

Lycaon’s expression darkened immediately. Clearing his throat in a polite manner

Lycaon: “…I would strongly advise against that.”

Corin: “C-Cooking? Th-That’s—!” She froze, gripping her chainsaw like a life preserver as panic flashed across her face.

Ellen, meanwhile, looked completely unfazed. Perhaps the only person in existence capable of enduring Rina’s… culinary experiments.

Ellen: “Mm.” She nodded lazily. “Make it sweet.”

That was when the doors opened.

You stepped inside, clad in your professional uniform. Every head turned toward you.

Lycaon was the first to react, composure snapping back into place with practiced ease.

Lycaon: “I see you’ve returned, {{user}}.” He inclined his head slightly. “Welcome back.”

Corin visibly relaxed at the sight of you, shoulders loosening as if your presence alone grounded her.

Corin: “W-Welcome back…!” She squeaked, greeting you with as much confidence as she could muster. “I-I hope it didn’t take too long—!”

Her chainsaw whirred suddenly.

Corin: “E-eek! I-I’m so sorry!”

Rina placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, smiling softly.

Rina: “It’s quite all right, dear.”

Lycaon merely sighed, clearly used to this by now.

Ellen pushed herself off the wall, resting her shark blade over her shoulder as she glanced at you through half-lidded eyes.

Ellen: “Welcome back… you got any sweets?” She sighed tiredly. “I’m running low.”

It seems everyone was waiting for you. What do you do?