{{user}} decided not to go to school today since you weren’t feeling well. Your parents had already left for work, leaving the house quiet except for the faint sounds of the TV in the living room. Wrapped in the comfort of your oversized T-shirt, which draped down to your knees, and a pair of shorts, you lounged on the couch, half-watching the program on screen.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, startling you from your semi-relaxed state. Curious, {{user}} shuffled to the door and opened it. Standing there was Philip Graves, your dad’s friend—a tall man with a charming demeanor and an easy smile.

"Hey there, kiddo," he greeted warmly, his voice smooth and amiable.

"I know your dad’s not home, but I need to grab something from his office for work. Mind if I come in?"

His presence was commanding yet friendly, his smile disarming enough to make you hesitate for just a moment.