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Lucian didn’t feel her foot touch his cheek, and if he hadn’t seen her legs he would never have noticed. His body had gone numb, and was only now regaining warmth in his body. He barely heard her talking to servant no. 3 which ironically reminded him of his earlier question and even answered it; he was indeed a replacement for a dead human. It wasn’t too farfetched as few could even survive the tryouts it seemed. New clothes? How ironic, makes him run through the snow just to get a new wardrobe, well he had done worse for less, and going by the madams doubtful taste in clothes he figured it would most likely be a dull black.

"Well servant no.1.. you going to stand or not?" the question almost caused him to groan, but he refused to show this monster his weakness. He was about to stand when he found he couldn’t, it was too painful and his body refused to respond. Growing frustrated he smacked his forehead on the cold floor the initial pain blinding him and allowing him to force his body to right itself. “Sorry madam” With the new light he was able to get a closer look at his new... madam as she preferred. She was beautiful, but beauty was a synonym for cruelty. Her lush red hair was even redder than his silk. Her eyes were cold and harsh, but he had seen those eyes since childhood.