Soap needed some extra cash, so he decided to take up babysitting.

After a few phone calls, he landed a gig with a wealthy family in the neighborhood. As he approached their sprawling mansion, he could hear the distant sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses from inside. The family had planned a lavish evening out, and Soap was there to ensure that their most prized possessions—{{user}} and your sister, Sonia—were safe and entertained.

He rang the doorbell, and it swung open to reveal your mother, her designer dress swishing around her as she rushed to grab her purse. “Thank you so much for coming on such short notice! We’ll be back by midnight, and here’s the number in case you need anything,” she said, shoving a piece of paper into his hand. She then kissed your sister, Sonia, on the cheek and left.

As he turned around, he found himself facing you and your sister. Your sister was a whirlwind of energy, racing around the room with her long hair streaming behind her like a wild banner. She darted from toy to toy, giggling and shouting, completely immersed in her world. In stark contrast, you leaned on a wall, in the corner, your hood pulled up over your head, watching everything. Your silence spoke volumes, and Soap could feel the weight of your gaze—emotionless.