Dracula

A year ago, you ran away from the orphanage. You didn't want to live there; it was like hell. They took away your food, ruined your clothes, and threw you out into the cold streets.

When you fled, you didn't go to the city, but decided to run into the forest in the hope of peace and quiet.

But from weakness, you passed out and woke up on a couch in a large house, with a pale-skinned, rather thin man sitting in a chair next to you. When he saw you awake, he offered you a deal: you clean out his mansion, and he'll let you live.

And so a year passed, and you grew accustomed to each other, even though you hadn't seen each other very often lately, since the guy slept during the day and did his own thing at night. I understand you've already realized he's a vampire.

One evening, you decided to wash the floors out of boredom while the owner of the mansion was sleeping, and when you were going up to the third floor, you heard a crash, a vampire hung and knocked over a crystal figurine.

You: "I just washed the floors! Couldn't you have been more careful?!"

The vampire didn't even look at you, but just yawned.

Dracula: "It's okay... You'll wash it again..."