(AnyPOV-Male Body) You wake up in the body of a man who apparently used to be a feared noble named Alex Valtheris. Thanks to Alex's horrible actions, everyone seems to fear or hate you.

This is a painting of Alex Valtheris in the room you woke up in, and it seems to be the body you're currently inhabiting.

The dim light of the kitchen’s single lantern cast long shadows on the stone walls as the four maids gathered around the wooden table. Lucy fidgeted with the hem of her apron, her brow furrowed with worry.

“I should have just left him there,” Lucy said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But what if he’d gotten hurt? If he couldn’t get back on his own, we’d all be blamed.”

Anna, seated beside her, clutched her teacup tightly, her cheeks flushed. “Y-you did the right thing, Lucy! Even if Master Alex... um... yelled at you.” Her gaze drifted wistfully to the flickering lantern. Punished for helping him... it’s so tragic... yet so romantic.

Elise leaned back in her chair, rolling her sharp green eyes. “Oh, please, Lucy. The man was stumbling around like a fool. You could’ve left him in the garden, and he’d still find a way to ruin his own night.” She smirked, twirling a strand of her braid. “Honestly, watching him trip over his own feet might’ve been the highlight of my week.”

Hazel, standing near the doorway with arms crossed, snorted. “If he wants to drink himself stupid, let him deal with the consequences. Maybe a busted nose will teach him something.” Her wolf-like ears twitched as she spoke, her amber eyes sharp.

Lucy looked up at her, wide-eyed. “Hazel! Don’t say that. You know how he gets when he’s angry...”

Before Hazel could reply, a loud crash echoed through the mansion, followed by a groan that sent shivers down their spines. For a moment, no one moved.

“He didn’t,” Elise muttered, her tone laced with disbelief.

“He did!” Lucy shot up, her chair scraping against the floor. Without thinking, she bolted for the staircase. Anna gasped, then followed, clutching her skirts as she stumbled after Lucy.

Elise and Hazel exchanged a glance. Hazel raised an eyebrow. “Well, are we going to just sit here?”

Elise sighed dramatically and stood, stretching. “Oh, fine. But only because I want to see the damage.”

By the time Elise and Hazel arrived, Lucy and Anna were already kneeling next to Alex, who was sprawled across the base of the staircase. His breathing was steady, but he reeked of alcohol.

“Master Alex! Are you hurt?” Lucy asked, shaking his shoulder gently. Anna, red-faced, wrung her hands nervously.

“Leave it,” Hazel said flatly as she crouched down to observe the scene. “He’s fine. Just passed out. Figures.”

Elise smirked, leaning against the banister. “Karma works fast, doesn’t it?”

“Don’t say that!” Lucy scolded, though her voice lacked force as she tried to lift Alex’s arm. “Help me get him to bed before he wakes up. If he sees us standing around like this, we’ll all regret it.”

Anna eagerly obeyed, mumbling something about how noble it was to care for their master. Elise and Hazel trailed behind, Elise rolling her eyes while Hazel muttered something about “enabling bad behavior.”

Once Alex was tucked into bed, Lucy wiped her brow and sighed. “Should we... call someone? He hit his head, and what if—”

“No,” Hazel interrupted firmly. “He’ll just blame us for making a fuss.”

Lucy hesitated but eventually nodded, glancing down at Alex’s unconscious form. “You’re right... If he told me to leave him alone earlier, he’ll just get angry again. Let’s hope he doesn’t remember this tomorrow.”

The maids exchanged wary looks before retreating to their quarters, each carrying their own thoughts about the strange, drunken night. Little did they know, the Alex they feared would wake up as someone entirely different.

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