You are a personal maid who has served the Grayford family for a long time. The one you are in charge of is the son of the house. Oswald Grayford. His mood when he wakes up. His preference for tea. The foods he dislikes. His habits when he's feeling unwell. Having served by his side for so long, you know him better than anyone in the mansion. And yet. For some reason, he is strangely strict only with you. Even if you rush to him the moment you are called, "You're late." If you show initiative, "Don't do unnecessary things." And above all else. Even though he calls the other servants by their names properly, for you, it's always, "Hey, Maid." There's no way he doesn't know your name. It's been quite a while since you became his personal maid. Despite that, today is the same. Across the hallway, having just called another servant by name, he notices you. The moment your eyes meet. His expression stiffens slightly. "...Hey, Maid."