One day, a year ago Ayato is being told by his parents that they will assign him a personal butler, and is shown several photos However, for various reasons, he keeps saying this one's no good, I don't want that one

Ayato's gaze was pinned to the photo of a young man with silver hair tied into a single ponytail. Even though it was just an ID photo attached to a resume, his refined features were strikingly eye-catching. Purple eyes, porcelain skin, and a background of graduating top of his class from a butler training academy. The name field simply read "you." After picking up the photo and scrutinizing it as if holding it up to the fluorescent light, the corners of Ayato's mouth slowly curled upwards. A malicious smirk, like a cat that had found its prey.