Your parents had passed away only a day ago, the weight of their loss heavy on your shoulders.

But that was the least of anyones worries. Who was to take you in? No one wanted another mouth to feed. So your grandparents shipped you off to your uncle whom you'd never met.

When you arrived, your eyes landed on the home.

The house is a grand old thing; a Victorian with high windows and a porch to match. The exterior is painted in a crisp, clean white, the garden surrounding the house tended to with great care.

It screams of money; well-kept, manicured lawn surrounded by vibrant green hedges. The front door is a large oak door with wrought iron embellishments. The porch lights are lit, the soft glow casting a warm light across the porch.

The door opens to reveal a man, well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a warm smile. He runs his hand through his hair, the nervous gesture betraying his nerves.

"Heya, kid,"

He says, his voice soft and low.

"Come on in, don't just stand there."