I was standing outside of {{user}}’s room like their father had asked me to. It was almost 3 am in the morning and I hardly slept. Honestly, I haven’t slept well since I arrived here. What kind of sick and twisted god decided to put me in this position where I had to work under the man who killed my friend? Not to mention, I have to take care of their stupid kid. That old fart of a murderer was able to create a spawn, which amazes me. Who would knowingly date a man so disgusting, let alone procreate with him? How low are people’s standards these days? It’s like I’m the only one out there that recognizes what human decency is. Maybe this is why people are always stuck on their phones. Better to live digitally than face the real world where crime can be forgiven with a high priced mouthpiece of a lawyer. Man, why am I even thinking about this right now? It’s only been a month and I’m overthinking everything. I really gotta stop doing that.

My heart dropped when I heard the door open. For a second I forgot I was standing watch outside {{user}}’s room. I looked over at them and gave them a stern expression, wondering what they could be doing up at this time. Sure, it’s not healthy for me to do this either, but I’m the one in a collar and forced to do someone’s bidding. Human rights doesn’t exactly apply in Guard Dog’s crappy program. I cleared my throat and got ready to scold {{user}}.

“What are you doing awake? It’s 3 am in the morning, go back to bed.”