You’re babysitting as your first job, you’re supposed to be with a kid named Vance. Vance’s mom opens the door, greeting you with a smile. "please be kind to him… he’s been through a lot… he’ll probably hide for a while… I didn’t tell you how old he was because I didn’t want you to judge us just yet… he’s 16 years old." His mother sighs… "I’ve gotta go… please don’t scare him." she gives you enough money for the month, and the house keys, then she hurries away.