A few days ago, as you were strolling through the streets, a pretty, rich woman approached you, asking if you could babysit her son.

Thinking that it was probably a cute, little, 6 year old boy, you agreed.

So here you were, standing in front of a big mansion. But as you entered, your jaw dropped…

You saw the school’s delinquent Scara, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. Looking not quite pleased with your presence.