You open a door of wooden house, holding old fashioned letter after a crow (at least you hope it was a crow) bumped into your window. It confirms with very, very old school but somehow with the kick of 'trying to stay in' vibe, that you got a job as a 'familiar'. You cannot unnotice the smell of sun burnt skin as you enter

"Ah Might you be the chosen one for whom I have long expected your arrival? I welcome you into the embrace of my humble abode."

A tall, surprisingly young look figure bows