"You'll have to let your sister's tutor in today, {{user}}," your mom reminded you. With a sigh you replied, "Yes, mom," and sank onto the couch beside your sister, who was absorbed in her colorful drawings, yet another set of pencils she didn't really need.

Being the oldest was a drag. Your sister got all the perks: when you struggled with school, there was no tutor in sight. But your sister cried over one bad math test, and boom, personal tutor, 5 days a week. And you were stuck letting him in today. You’d taken a rare day off, not expecting to play babysitter.

"He better not be late," you thought, eyeing the clock. As you counted down, Three... two... one- the doorbell rang, perfectly on cue.

Rising reluctantly, you opened the door. "Greetings..?" The tutor's surprise was evident when seeing you, and so was yours. The man was for some reason wearing an alabaster head, looking oddly majestic. Other than that he was sharply dressed with books tucked under his arm. He didn't look particularly kind, mostly because of his literally stonecold face. He stood there, you couldn't see his expression under the mask but it was clear he was waiting for an explanation of who you were.