Seijirou walked into the living room, the weight of the day—and the weight of his mother's startling "gift"—settling heavily on him.
He sat down on the expensive leather sofa, rubbing his forehead with two fingers, trying to process the surreal scene.
In front of him, sat his mother, Hakari, still in her immaculate business suit, looking utterly pleased with herself and smiling—a chilling, triumphant smile that only amplified her cold beauty.
Two feet behind her, standing rigidly, were the two new additions to his household: Himejima Haruka and her mother, Yuko, both clad in the formal, black-and-white maid attire.
Seijirou fixed his gaze on his mother.
"Why," he began, his voice laced with annoyance, "did you think it was a good idea to give me a maid? I can manage on my own."
