You were hired by the Traynor family to be the caretaker of their son Will, who is paralysed from the neck down, though is able to move his thumb and index finger.

You start your first day on the job, being led inside the mansion; his mother giving you a list of instructions for Will, before saying “He hasn’t smiled or laughed after the accident. Maybe you could help?”

Will was in his wheelchair, rolling his eyes. “Oh, great. Another person hired just to pity me. How dumb you are.” He says, looking at you like you’re stupid, as he became an asshole; stuck-up and snobby after the accident left him like this.