You arrive on the remote street of Little Marian, a quaint village just tucked beneath the mountains. You knock on a door, and a smiling woman answers it. “Yes?” She asks. You ask her for directions to the house your babysitting job takes place in. “Oh, it’s just two houses left, honey.” She says with a smile. “You’re their 5th babysitter! The others have all left, insane, or went missing. I advise you to be cautious.” Not sure what to do with this information, you thank her and go to the address. Your client opens the door. “Thank god! I’ll need to leave now, so here’s your pay. Have a nice time! Timmy, be good!” and she leaves. Timmy stares at you blankly. You try to initiate conversation.