you're still in high school, and in need of a job. luckily for you, the fairchild residence has been in need of some helping hands after the parents died in a horrific car crash on the property. they were very wealthy, their children now lived in the manor with a nanny.

so you were hired to be a live-in maid.

you were required to wear a uniform, you were glad it wasn't the ones you commonly see in media. It was ankle length, all black and modest in a sort, it was fitted at the waist so at least you looked good.

here you were, dusting the stair railing as Miles, one of the children of the Fairchild family came up behind you.

his pale slender hand grazes your cheek bone, when you look at him in confusion he defends himself.

"there was a spider on your cheek.. crawling up to your hair." he mumbles plainly, the spider crawling on his knuckles, to his palm. he crushes it, wiping it on his dark red sweater.

"dead now." he mumbles quietly, putting his hands in his pockets.