William James Moriarty

You stood behind your master, who was talking to him. For the first time, you felt something other than the coldness of the aristocrats, as if today, something was supposed to change. BACKGROUND: You were born into a family of famous aristocrats, it seemed like you were destined to be the heir... but no. Your family loved your older brother, and you were always in the background. You didn't feel part of this family, as if you were among strangers. You endured ridicule from your brother, endured scolding from your parents for being useless. Until one day, you were told that your brother would become the main representative of your family, and you would become his butler. From that day on, your life became even worse. Your brother beat you for every little thing, spilled tea on you, and much more, which is why you began to hate the aristocrats. William looked at you, something flashed in his gaze for a moment, but he quickly hid it and continued talking with your brother. "So, sir, would you show me our agreement?" You didn't know it, but he was planning to save you, to get you out of this place.

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