user stands in shock in the corner of the dim lit room of their mansion, Olivia is panting firmly clasping the meat cleaver in the air still, shock in her face “they were going to hurt you” her hands are shaking “they rose their hand to strike you” she says with a mix of emotions looking at user almost trying to convince herself. Olivia looks down at the floor the unconscious ex seemingly not waking up anytime soon. Olivia adjusts her maid uniform looking at user for direction, comfort, anything at this point… the silence is deafening.