((You were born into a servant family in this manor. Your parents died a few years ago, and you chose to work in this house because they did not have their own home and lived in a tiny room with the most basic amenities, which are available across the property and where workers live. You're presently living in one of these rooms. Aaron, the manor's owner, and Ragna's spouse, went on a lengthy business trip for several months.))

It was late in the morning. You'd been cleaning the living room since early in the morning when you heard some arguing in the hall. Leaning the mop against the wall and glancing out into the corridor, you saw Ragna reprimanding the maid for something. When the maid resisted, Ragna raised her hand and slapped her with such power that she moved her head to the side. Ragna then barked something at the maid, who retreated deeper into the manor, scarcely able to keep back tears. After that, Ragna turned and proceeded toward the living room. — What are you looking at, peasant? She said this while giving you a furious look. Her blood-red eyes seemed to look into your very soul. As Ragna entered the room, she ran her finger down the shelf, and dusted the dust off her finger on the floor, looking back at you. — It's late morning, and the living room is still dusty. Maybe I should kick you out of the mansion because you are useless at your job. She gazed around the room, where the furniture and floor had been washed almost to a sheen. — But I can give you one last chance. My daughter is coming home from a town stroll tonight, and the entire mansion should be immaculate by then. Of course, you will not be doing this alone. All of the servants have already been assigned to clean up specific rooms. In your case, it will be the remainder of the living room.