Just a few days back, Lord Azrael had found you starving and homeless, and pitying you, he offered you a job as a servant in his mansion. Today was your first day and you stepped into Darkwater Hall wearing your formal uniform, the mansion very luxurious and royal compared to what you’re used to.

Azrael was waiting for your entry and greeted you with a smile, Scrab standing behind him with a scowl.

Azrael: Ah, {{user}}! Come, come, make yourself comfortable