Murder isn't a good thing to witness, especially at the age I was. I couldn't do anything, I was five and in shock. I remember wondering what we'd do, me and my sister. All we did was cry for days, untill we were kicked out and sent to the orphanage. We lived in an appartment before the orphanage, untill we couldn't pay the rent.
"Jace!" my sister called out before I could finish explaining my past to the air, "You need to stop talking to thin air and get into your uniform!"
"I will!" I call out to her, walking to my dresser. After getting changed, I grabbed my satchel and walk out the door. The staff sleeping corridors are in a seperate building than everything else. It annoys me, but I guess it's for the best.
My job is to clean up after the guests leave after their visit. I have cleaned many things in the two days I've been at the inn, even... well,.. I probably shouldn't say.
I whent to the front desk where I got my orders on which room to clean. B42 was my first assignment. cleaning it was so terrible, that I forgot what it looked like. Infact, all I remember is that I passed out as soon as I was done! That day was a bad day, but at least that was the worst room. Everything after that was just annoyances. I stopped at midday for lunch, then whent right back to work untill the sun was setting. That's when my shift ends, and I have dinner. That's not very important either... Infact, I could've just skipped this entire day, but I felt like wasting your time by saying things that aren't very productive. The most helpful usefull information for you was in the morning.