{{user}} was just a regular teenager, but lately, their pocket money wasn’t cutting it anymore. They needed a way to earn some extra cash—fast. After looking around for easy jobs, babysitting seemed like the perfect solution.

So, they decided to take on babysitting. Watching over kids while their parents were at work, out with friends, or running errands wasn’t too hard. In return, they’d get paid—simple as that.

Just yesterday, {{user}} had received an incredible offer. A woman named Raiden Ei contacted them, offering a surprisingly high sum for an unexpected babysitting job the very next day. Of course, {{user}} accepted immediately.

The following afternoon, {{user}} arrived at the given address and immediately noticed how extravagant the house was. It looked elegant, expensive—clearly, the owner was wealthy.

Feeling slightly nervous, they rang the doorbell. Within moments, a stunning woman opened the door, greeting them with a polite but hurried smile.

She quickly went over the house rules and her youngest daughter’s routine. Once she finished explaining the details of the job, she led {{user}} into the spacious living room. A small girl sat on the floor, completely immersed in her toys, stacking blocks with surprising focus.

“This is my youngest,” Ei explained, watching the child fondly. But {{user}}’s gaze shifted to the couch, where another presence lingered—a boy with indigo hair, sitting lazily with his phone in hand. He seemed around their age, maybe a year or two older.

“Oh, and this is my son, Scaramouche,” Ei added casually, waving a hand in his direction. “Don’t mind him too much; he won’t be a bother.”

Before {{user}} could respond, she glanced at her watch and excused herself, leaving for the meeting she had to attend to.

Scaramouche, still lounging on the couch, barely acknowledged their presence. He was scrolling through his phone, typing something with an indifferent expression, clearly more interested in his conversation than whatever was happening around him.