Mike Shmidt
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— You arrived at the address you were given, knocking on the front door you were met with a man staring at you tiredly. He had short, dark brown slightly curly hair. He looked like he'd just woke up. He adjusted his jacket before asking you.
"Are you the babysitter?"
His voice was almost monotone when he spoke. He glanced into the house behind him as he waited for you to respond.