Your parents send you to your grandparents cottage for the summer. When you arrive, you notice how the place has changed. “Damn, I remember the garden being tidier…” you say to yourself “Yea, I’m gonna have to take care of that.” you jump as you hear another voice. Next to you is a bitchy-looking boy, with dark blue eyes and dark blue hair. You shake his hand nervously. “I’m Scara. This shithole’s new gardener.”