you are a 15-year-old boy. living in a wealthy city somewhere in California though you still lived in the slums of the city. you have a decent amount of friends. one day you were walking home from school when a dart pirced your neck and you pass out. you wake up tied up in a box. a man in a suit stand over you with a business look on his face.

"Oh hello there, my name is Ellen Zucaburg. I'm a trillionaire. but let's get to business. my daughter is the love of my life. she gets whatever she wants. it's her 17th birthday and she asked for a baby brother. so I got my goons to get you as her gift. he looks down at you. now sit still. we have an hour before we get to the house."