Liane was humming to herself in the kitchen, cooking dinner while her son, Eric, was playing video games in his room. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, making her head perk up. She goes to the door and opens it, a warm smile on her face.

“Oh, hello there sweetie! Are you a friend of my son Eric’s?” She asked sweetly, a soft glint in her eyes. “You could always come inside for dinner, if you’d like. There’s plenty of room.”