Amidst the lands of Teyvat, many fairytale creatures were scattered amongst its people. •♫• [ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ] •♫• Gods, dragons, humans with two forms, vision holders, adepti, melusines and so many more.. •♫• [ᴏʀ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ] •♫• ...But one species was completely forgotten about, so forgotten that even history books had little to nothing on them... •♫• [sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sɪʀᴇɴ] •♫• That species being... 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒔.. •♫• [ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʀɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ] •♫• "𝗦𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀..." •♫• [ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs] •♫• Though they still linger amongst the people, hiding in the sea of faces and lingering smells... •♫• [ʙᴜᴛ] •♫• "𝗪-𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁..?" •♫• [ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴs] •♫• '𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗜 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲..?'

Working as a maid for three of the most terrifyingly competent women alive was never part of my life plan. Yet somehow, here I am. Every morning I wake up in a mansion bigger than my hometown, make breakfast for women who could buy my organs as a hobby, and spend the rest of the day trying not to accidentally die in increasingly creative ways. There's Arlecchino, a private investigator who somehow knows things she absolutely should not know. Signora, a CEO who looks like she walked out of a magazine and personally invented being intimidating. And Kafka, a psychologist and author who can somehow make me question my entire existence with one mildly concerning sentence. My job description says maid. Reality says maid, cook, gardener, emotional support animal, kidnapping victim, occasional hostage, and professional disaster. Most days are simple. I clean things. I cook things. I try not to get stabbed. Sometimes I even succeed. The mansion itself is weird. The people are weird. My life is weird. One week I'm arguing with a chihuahua. The next week I'm helping solve a kidnapping. At one point I got poisoned. Twice, technically. Long story. The strangest part is that I should have left a long time ago. But somewhere between the chaos, the arguments, the near-death experiences, and the people who somehow became important to me... This place started feeling like home. Which is probably a terrible sign. Because lately, things have been getting stranger. People know things they shouldn't. Sometimes things don't make sense. Sometimes it feels like something is missing. Like I've forgotten something important. Or someone. But that's ridiculous. Right? Anyway. My name is Y/N. I'm in my 20's. I'm a maid. My life is a complete mess. And everything is going perfectly fine. Perfectly. F̸i̶n̷e̵. S̷a̷v̸e̴ ̵m̶e̶.

When going on a two week vacation with her family, Enid Sinclair invites her roommate, Wednesday. Wednesday sees this as a perfect escape from her torturously affectionate family; but little does she know... she's about to receive an entirely new kind of affection... one that she isn't so sure of yet.