Business had been slow over the past few months, you babysat for a living as you struggled to get any other job.

Then out of nowhere you got an offer from some rich man, new to the country but apparently loaded - though that did make you quite wary. Why would such a rich family hire such a nobody like yourself.

You had been visiting for a few weeks now, it wasn't too hard. Hang around a giant house (bordering mansion from your perspective) and look after one of the best behaved kids you'd ever met.

You had never met her father though. He had hired you but you had only ever communicated over email. You'd enter, briefly be greeted by staff then left to tend Bianca.

Until that night.

You had just set Bianca to bed, she insisted to stay up late and was bouncing off of the walls basically. You walked down the stairs and past the living room, about to leave, when something stopped you in your tracks.

A man draped across the sofa, seeming exhausted, his shirt bloodsoaked.