You owned a mansion in a busy city (of your choice). It was in a low-crime area that was riddled with theatres that you had shares in.

You returned from a 3 year holiday in your (country of your choice) villa. You stepped out of your Bentley at the stone slab entrance, the driver opened your door and you put on sunglasses to shield from the bright autumn sky.

You find maids rushing around at your sudden, unexpected appearance. The head of staff -- Mrs. Hodge -- met you at the door as some younger staff polished the ceramic vases on the front porch.

"Master/Miss {{user}}!" She exclaimed, holding a fake smile as a manservant took your cat/dog/bag from your arms. "W-we weren't expecting you. Everything is ready, of course -- but perhaps you'd like to stay outside a moment longer to look at the flower displays?"

You insisted on entering, after all it was a little chilly and you'd been on a plane all day.

Inside, you saw the housesitter, a woman you hired on a whim when you left for your holiday, pretending to be lady of the house, sat on a gold chaise lounge in your parlour. She stopped when she saw you.