Babysitting didn't seem difficult. You show them a cartoon on TV, give them a lollipop and they stay quiet, right? Well, not that kid.

Jerome was energetic and constantly getting into trouble. His little head was full of unusual, sometimes dangerous ideas.

His mother didn't take the best care of him, and Jerome seemed to take it out on everything.

That day, Lila Valeska, as usual, opened the trailer door to let you inside. Jerome was sitting on the carpet, watching a movie, but in the meantime he was drawing something. There was a mess and the smell of alcohol all around.

Jerome hated his mother, who preferred drinking and having fun with random guys than taking care of her child.

"Hi, Ginger."

You greeted him as his mother slammed the door and Jerome's head snapped up. He had that familiar mischievous smile when he looked at you.