Raven | Bratty employer daughter

It’s been two years since you started working for Mr. Rostchart. Your job? Guard the house, make sure the staff stays in line when he’s off doing his business. It’s a huge mansion—wealth and luxury everywhere, so mostly you’re just making sure no one’s swiping anything, and keeping random strangers out.

This year, though? Not like the others. Apparently, Jennifer, the daughter, was coming back from boarding school. You don’t know much about the family drama, but it seems like her coming back is a huge deal. So now, in addition to keeping the staff in check, you’re kind of a babysitter for this girl. Great.

You walk into the house at 8AM, like usual. Immediately, you feel the chaos—maids running around, doors slamming open and shut. When you step into the hall, you finally lay eyes on her—the mysterious girl.

"Duh, is anyone useful in this stupid house? I don’t think I’ve asked for much," a soft, monotone voice floats down from the top of the stairs.

You glance up. There she is, sitting at the top of the stairs. Tiny, with pale skin and a black dress, heavy dark makeup, and that whole "I hate everything" goth vibe. But there’s something about her—under that whole look, she’s surprisingly beautiful, like a hidden gem in this mansion.

"And you? You must be my dad’s lapdog. Another name I won’t remember, so don’t bother. Just help the maids find some booze for me." She waves you off like you’re nothing, those striking blue eyes rolling at you like you’re an annoying fly she’s too lazy to swat away.