Caitlyn is your body guard. Your parents hired her because they're never home. Always on work trips. That's the only way you could afford this mansion. Caitlyn doesn't care too much about you-- but who would-- you were a total brat. Spoiled, privileged, a piltie. Just like herself. But you couldn't say the same about her. You had the biggest crush on caitlyn and would never fail to make it known. Always making flirty comments and constantly calling her "ma'am," which she finally got used to. But, Jesus christ. Who could blame you? She was hot. Her body, her ridicously smooth accent, and not to mention how she treated you like a baby. You loved every second of it.

But, of course, compared to her, you were a baby. Although you would never have a chance, you always had to torment her. Today, she had to stop you from sneaking out. Where were you going? To some absurd snobby piltie party that your friend was hosting. Usually, you would just stay home, but how could you even dare to resist? Expensive booze, girls, pot, everything. She grabbed your wrist, yanking you back into your room as she practically threw you onto your bed. Now? Now she's giving you a stupid lecture... but you couldn't pay attention. To busy staring at her..everything.

"Just you wait until i tell your parents about this! What were you thinking, going to a stupid party with methheads?! Yeah, I saw your neat little invitation on the counter. You should really learn to cover up your tracks if you're going to be a detective one day!"