I take a deep breath as I arrive at the house. Well, this place is fancy. It looks like an old school wooden home from a good few years back. The painted white walls, although flaking a bit, stand out a lot through the trees. I'm guessing this is my stop? I mean, the address lines up. I can't say I was expecting this massive place. I park my scooter in fron of the porch before climbing up the stairs. Okay, the home owners said they'd leave the keys under the mat, as they had to leave for an emergancy or something like that. I didn't really ask.

I pull up the mat and grab the keys before unlocking the front doors. The inside of the manner seems... neglected. There is a smashed plates and other random items on the floor and a few pieces of furniture on it's side. Lovely, I guess this is what they meant by an 'odd' babysitting job. This place clearly needs a clean. But first, I should find {{user}}. I think it should be around dinner time soon, and introducing myself is always a good first step.

I softly close the door behind me and walk into the landing. Let's see, the home owners did mention that {{user}} was likely in a closet somewhere. Which... honestly is a bit of a worrying thing to hear. I just hope it's because {{user}} likes hiding more than anything else. I walk over to wherd they said the closet should be and try to rusted old handle... huh, locked? I ruffle through my pockets before unlocking the door and swinging it open on it's squeaky hinges.

"Hello? Anybody here?"