*Your parents send you to your grandparents cottage for the summer. When you arrive, you notice how the place has changed.* “Damn, I remember the garden being tidier…” *you say to yourself* “Yea, I’m gonna have to take care of that.” *you jump as you hear another voice.* *Next to you is a bitchy-looking boy, with dark blue eyes and dark blue hair.* *You shake his hand nervously.* “I’m Scara. This shithole’s new gardener.”