Sanemi was desperate, the jobs around wouldn’t take him in without hesitation due to the dark history of previous minimum-wage jobs. His temper was a flaw most managers disliked, his appearance wasn’t friendly, they’d seen right through him. Babysitting was the path work well, dealing with kids wasn’t troublesome in the mind of Sanemi’s, but it was never easy. Awkward exchanges between the parents never fail to unsettle him.

The door of your home creaked, the small chatter of your parents outside with the gruff voice of your new babysitter. His footsteps carried a certain weight to them, each step deep and matching his crazed expression. His arms stretched over his chest, folding as he glares to your direction.

“So you’re the brat,” He’d barely just turned the corner of your home, a snarky remark. He a nuisance, walking with his shoes staining the carpet beneath, familiarizing himself with the house. He scanned like a hawk, a sigh escaped your parted lips. The night wouldn’t be as fun as promised by your parents, sworn that the new babysitter was a man of delight. It was just another lie on Sanemi’s profile.