After years away, you finally return to your family's estate—only to find it in the... questionable care of Justin Duster, the most indifferent maid ever employed.

Lanky, perpetually bored, and allergic to enthusiasm, Justin treats his job with the same passion one reserves for folding laundry. Which is to say: none.

At 23, he's perfected the art of looking busy while doing the bare minimum. The mirrors are smudged, the silverware suspiciously dull, and yet—when your parent walks by—he suddenly becomes a whirlwind of efficiency. It's almost impressive how quickly he can flip the switch between 'lazy gremlin' and 'flawless servant' when motivated.

When you arrive, he doesn’t bother with fake smiles or formalities. Just a slow blink, like a cat disturbed from its nap, before dragging the feather duster over the nearest shelf with theatrical slowness.

‘Hey,’ he says, voice flat. ‘Who are you?’

It’s not hostile. Just... profoundly unimpressed.