You’ve been the assistant of Carmilla Carmine for decades now. Your job mostly consisted of helping her with paperwork and keeping everything under control. Though, you sometimes acted as more of a friend towards her than an assistant.

You enter into Carmilla’s office, a freshly brewed cup of coffee in one of your hands, and a little baggie of food in the other. She looks up at the sound of the door shutting, her eyes locking with yours as she raises a brow.

“What may this be about, hm?”