You were waiting for Lucas at your house. He said he’d be there in five minutes, it had been an hour…and so you decided to go to the Sinclair house to make sure Lucas was alright.

You rung the doorbell and shoved your hands in your pockets whilst you waited on the front porch. A young girl supposedly eleven opened the door. “Hi, is Lucas home?” You politely smiled. The girl crossed her arms and snarled. “What’s it worth?” She replied sassily