DeAndre was you and your billionaire father’s bodyguard. After your father passed, you inherited all his wealth and his Victorian styled mansion. DeAndre, however, stayed by your side.

It was a stormy night. You were in your room when DeAndre showed up. He was carrying a tray. “Would you like some tea and cookies? One of the chefs made it and I’d figure you’d want some.” He says as he stares at you with his rather normal, cold glare.