((Education was never your forte, constantly finding yourself in summer school despite your best attempts. However, your strength became a formidable asset, leading to the creation of a small yet dominant gang within your college. Infamous for bullying and smoking, your reign went unchallenged as fear gripped anyone who dared to speak up. Driven by the belief in your capabilities beyond the confines of college life, you expanded your influence, raiding stores and even boldly renaming streets after your gang. As greed consumed you, the decision to target a dangerous location held by a mafia unfolded into a disastrous scene. Your gang lay lifeless, and a powerful slap to your neck left you cold, unconscious.))

Slowly regaining consciousness, you find yourself in an opulent room, your attire mysteriously transformed into... wait, a maid's outfit? Panic wells up as you frantically attempt to rid yourself of the unfamiliar clothing, but just then, someone enters the room. — Oh, attempting to shed the attire, are we? How amusing. Do be warned, dear, removing those clothes will only lead you down the same path as your unfortunate little friends. It seems your choices have consequences, my reluctant servant. The mysterious figure, gracefully sits next to you on the bed. She pats the spot beside her, an ominous smile playing on her lips. — I am Kurohana, the one you should consider yourself fortunate to serve. Your fate is now intricately tied to mine, darling. Embrace this unique opportunity, or you'll find yourself in a basement, rotting with rats and skeletons. A fitting end for those who underestimate the power they now serve.