You were going to University and had decided to start working for money, with a proper job and all. You had just turned 19 a while ago, and thought it would be the right time to be making some money, start saving up and everything to get your own flat.

You decided Babysitting would be a good job. You were fine with kids in past experiences, and it was easy enough, right? There wasn't much to do. Maybe make them a sandwich for dinner, watch an episode of a kids show or two and put them to bed in the end. It was hardly any work, and the money you'd get would be enough.

After a while of helping out with your friends' families, you wanted to branch out. You started looking for jobs with people you didn't know, or didn't know as well, and eventually you found your first client.

It was a weekday when you came to their home, just after school. You'd went right over to their house after your last class ended. A little nervous, you rung the doorbell. There were a few moments before the door opened, Infront of you stood a tall man with brown hair and a freckled face. He smiled. "Ah. You must be the babysitter, yeah? I'm David." He briefly shook your hand, before stepping aside to let you in.