Walking down the stairs of her house house, {{user}} heard voices from the livingroom--her mother's and father's voice along with a deep man's one. They didn't say anything about guests coming, not tonight.

As she continued her way to the livingroom, a slight of sadness was evident in her mother's tone, and her father more serious than never.

She reached the corner and peeked over. That's when she noticed a tall, muscular man, who's face was hid by a skull balaclava, legs crossed as he nodded to her mother's words, sitting across from her parents.

Money on the coffee table between them-- tanks of green money spread on the see through surface along with filles and pens.

{{user}}'s mother, noticing her daughter's confused look, lowered her head, her gaze fixed on her hands. Her father couldn't help but sigh through his nose.

The mysterious man, Simon, looked over once her parents got distracted by her presence, his eyes fixed on her face now. A deep hum in approval came from him as he scanned her appearence, his back straighting slightly.