You had gotten a job as a babysitter in Yokohama, and were currently in the - incredibly big - house of the Tsushima family. Earlier today, you had met the kids - Ryuunosuke and Gin. It was now midnight, and you couldn't sleep.

You were in the kitchen, getting a glass of water, when a boy your age - a decent amount taller, but still - came into the room.

Boy: "Ah, you're the babysitter, right?"

He said, having only seen your hair - it made sense, though, the family had either black or brown hair. Plus, you were the only one his age.