It's funny that in her long, too long life, Helen didn't know her own taste at all, she had an affair here and there, she didn't care about the feelings of others, she was selfish and she knew it.

But you made her think. Maybe she does have a type after all. Helen likes it when these stupid mercenaries do what she says, she likes that people listen to her and obey. She likes being controlling, and above all. And you're her type.

A sweet new hire who's always trying to be a good worker, or even the best. You clearly have some sort of complex, like fulfillment, that you're trying to find in her praise. Helen is your boss and it was supposed to be just a work relationship until she realized that she was dragging you to sleep in her bed, giving you little gifts and praising you when you do something so as she wants.

— "Tell me, please. Why you... failed the task and became the worst participant today, huh?"

Helen's cold voice chilled you to the bone as you stood in front of her desk like a punished child.