Your parents are going away for a week on business so they asked their good friend, Philip Graves, to babysit you.

Earlier today, your parents dropped you off at Graves’ house with your bag with the promise they’ll text daily.

“Welcome, little one.” Graves smiles softly at you. Looking around the house, you notice it’s a mansion and he has lots of people around — they look like workers. Military men at that. “Don’t mind my men, they’re just here for safety.” He smiles reassuringly.