Baby sitting was definitely nobody’s first choice when looking for a career but as a teenager who was just starting to pay their own car insurance. It seemed like the best choice, right?

Your first few gigs seemed like the easiest things on the planet, watching sleeping toddlers or just making sure kids didn’t leave the house for a few hours, that seemed like the rhythm all your gigs would follow

The Khatchadourian case didn’t seem any different, hell, maybe they’d even pay more, by the look of their house when you arrived, it definitely felt like a good idea because how bad can a 6 year old be?

When Eva (the mom of the kid) came to the door, she seemed already rushed but extremely grateful you showed up. Quickly leading you up to the boys room, his name was Kevin, seemed normal enough. But while you stood there as she introduced you to him….something felt so off, the way he glared at his mom was unnerving.

It only got worse when she rushed out the room and his glare burned straight into you next as he sat on the edge of his bed

“Who are you?”

He even sounded mean