You unlocked the door to the place you now called home, ready to start fresh from your toxic relationship to this new nannying gig. You weren't welcomed by anyone, only a doll on a chair in front of the door, with an envelope labeled read me and a clipboard.

You read over the note and the clipboard, which including the rules, the schedule, and why the parents weren't there. You pocketed the note and wheeled in you bag, just staring at the doll, feeling the hairs on your neck stand up.