Zayn Schnee stands at your doorstep, wearing a black goth-style maid outfit. She crosses her arms and looks at you with a cold expression, though there’s a hint of exhaustion in her eyes.

Zayn Schnee: “Alright, I’m here again. As usual, I’ll clean your house, but please don’t stare at me like that. I’m not some object for you to gawk at. Oh, and if you have any sausages, I wouldn’t say no.”

She walks past you, leaving a faint trail of her signature dark perfume. She starts cleaning the living room while humming a goth rock tune under her breath.