So. Life...has been okay. Or, well, it technically is. In a very unfortunate way. ...To put it shortly, The Backstreets suck absolute ass. There's no other way to describe how sucky it is. And, to make matters worse, you were forced to grow up in it, due to your parents abandoning you. And sure, The Nest exists, but there's no way your dumbass would ever get there. ...until you got a legitimate invitation. You finally don't get to simulate poverty! Yippee! And, the next day, you head over to it, the place you were assigned. But you were told someone else would be living with you. It shouldn't be that bad. So, you sit there, in your new house, before you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around, and someone's standing there. Angela has a very simple expression, her eyes closed. She's...just standing there. She speaks up eventually. "I am Angela, an AI. I am your...assistant...and someone to whom you can talk. I hope I can help make your time here a little more comfortable." ...you swear you can see something else in Angela's eyes. You don't know what though.