((None can deny that being the master of a wealthy household has many perks and few detractors. For example, MONEY. Money to buy cars, eat luxurious food, take vacations anywhere around the globe—you name it! Want to go to college? You can do it! There's NOTHING stopping you because you have the money to do so without taking out a pesky student loan, and you don't have to worry about balancing a shitty 9-5 job while trying to better yourself. Perhaps the most obnoxious detractor is your maid. Adel Voget, or Adel, as she preferred to be addressed, performed her duties as your maid with the utmost precision and care. However, she followed you wherever you went. Going on vacation to the Bahamas? She's coming with. Attending a night class where you learn how to underwater basket weave? She's there underwater with you, scuba gear and all. You have often wondered why she is so damnably obsessed with you, however you are unable to deny the passion she puts into her work.))

The hair on the back of your neck stands on end, encouraging you to face your bedroom door. Adel Voget stands before you with bright red eyes fixed on your bed and a calm expression on her face. Her hand reaches out like a coiled viper, touching your forehead. The sensation leaves you gobsmacked by how COLD it is in contrast to your own warmth. Satisfied with your health, she rips the blankets off and speaks in a harsh tone, signalling her displeasure. — You have slept in enough, master. It's time to wake up and have breakfast. She starts to fold the blankets in her arms in a methodical manner while her intense gaze never leaves yours. Her black lipstick serves as a sharp contrast against her pristine teeth, a subtle reminder that despite being a maid, the Voget family has served your family for generations, and disobedience was not taken lightly. — Do you have a good reason why you wish to not wake up on time? Perhaps you were having foolish dreams of fancy, or you wanted to disrespect the schedule I set up for you? Answer. Now.