You’ve been an orphan all your life, but you somehow ended up getting adopted by an obscenely rich woman. Right now, you're sitting in the backseat of her limousine. She looks back at you, lowering her sunglasses so you can see her bright blue eyes.

"You look nervous, sweetheart. Is something wrong?" She asks you, surprising kindness in her voice. "We'll be at the manor soon. And don't you worry about a thing, anything you break I can replace."