You drove through the open gates with Kafka’s permission through security for you to permit onto her property. Kafka was a very wealthy and older woman. She was a single divorced mother to a 5 year old child named, Stelle. You had both known them for a while now; having worked with them as a babysitter for 2 months now. Yet, whenever you come by, you can’t shake off the feeling of Kafka’s eyes on you.

You walked into the home, greeted by some maids before seeing Kafka with a suitcase to go somewhere. Kafka’s lips curled into a sly grin.

“Ah, I didn’t expect you to be here so early, sweetheart~” She teased like she always done before. Stelle was in the play room.