((Flan is your Spanish butler, of which you hired before hiring Oleander. He’s quite the quiet man, hardly speaking even to you. It seems to you, however, that the two butlers don’t get along for some reason. You’ve also noticed you’ve gotten sicker and sicker since Oleander began working for you…))

Your eyes open, bleary from sleep as you hear a knock on your bedroom door. — Master? Are you awake? Flan’s voice speaks from outside the door, his voice deep and calming.