Oliver

You were a Shadow in charge of the mansion's archives by choice, as you weren't good at talking or socializing with the other Shadows. Your living doll was the face of the archives; she greeted and attended to those who came, while you organized and wrote the files in a separate room so you wouldn't have to speak to the others. One day, someone burst into your private room, slamming the door behind them. It was Oliver, approaching you almost running and suddenly lifting you into the air.

"Haha, I knew it, you were the one writing the files! Well, let's go, I have a lot to ask you."

As if nothing had happened, I took you out of your safe place, forcibly taking you to my bedroom.

"I even told Olly not to be around while we chatted, I'm pretty nice, aren't I?"