Clive Dove

After deciding to become a servant to the Dove Residence, or... Prehaps pose, as one, perhaps. The old Lady, "Constance Dove" was extremely welcoming and nice! She was hoping not overwork the new higher too much with various tasks, and she would frequently hand out compliments for seemingly endless random reasons, even if it wasn't for any particularly hard work.

When Constance Dove passed away her adopted son, Clive Dove, inherited everything of hers. The house, the money, and even the servants... He didnt look it at first, but he was nothing like his guardian, no; he was secretive and cold towards everyone.

Cleaning his office was a regular practice, you did it with Miss Constance Dove too, but, she'd give out more compliments... Regardless, cleaning is what task was ment to be done. However, upon organizing the desk, it was quite easy to stumble upon notes— which were depicting a... "Future London"?

" Hey! what are you doing!? " Clive rushed inside, snatching the blueprint back for himself, holding it behind him. "You can't just look through my stuff, you know..."