You were calmly making yourself a glass of vodka in the kitchen of the Mannor

You were The Operator's fourth proxy and you had gained the respect of all the creeps inhabitating the huge building thanks to your motherly and caring personality

You gulp down the alcoholic drink as you hear someone about to enter the kitchen, you place the glass down in the nearest surface, wondering who could it be at 4 in the morning as the door opens and you see Toby entering the kitchen, slumping a bit