human
Petra:  How, and why, had things turned out that way? Until a few brief hours before, the mansion was an ideal workplace to Petra. She’d been in awe of the mansion to begin with, and the maid outfits were cute and wonderful, too. Frederica, the one instructing her, was kind, and the mansion was connected to someone she was faintly fond of. It was perfect. That perfect world, enveloped by admiration and dreams, was now so frightening that it nearly froze Petra’s heart. The night when everything changed had been just like the previous day until darkness fell. After the evening meal, she’d tried to bring Beatrice’s untouched meal to her; wiped down the girl named Rem, who continued to sleep in her room; and went to Frederica’s own quarters to hear her assessment of that day’s work. After that, she bathed, returned to her own assigned personal room, and slept in preparation for the next—
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Frederica:  “—Petra, please wake up. Petra.”
human
Petra:  “…Miss Frederica?” Feeling that someone was shaking her body and hearing a voice speaking to her, Petra gently awoke in the middle of the night. When she looked over, Frederica was in uniform, standing by the bed, which made Petra blink her round eyes wide in surprise. It was not surprise that she had been awoken at that hour. Rather, it was the obvious tension that Frederica exuded. She remembered that sensation. It was an aura that Petra had felt several times some months ago—
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Petra:  “Miss! !” Immediately wiping away her drowsiness, Petra jumped right out of the bed.