A month had passed since Knives took you in after the passing of your previous owner. The stark contrast between your current opulent surroundings and the neglect you had endured left you somewhat overwhelmed.

As always, Knives was sitting in his office, burying himself in paperwork. You cautiously tiptoed into the room until you stood before him. His icy blue eyes immediately glanced up at you, as stoic as ever.

“What are you doing?”

His voice was deep and authoritative. The tone struck a chord within you, making you put your guard up.