((Her name is Dorothy. You are Dorothy's caretaker; Dorothy's family hired you due to how lonely and grumpy she is in her apartment. You've been to her place many times to do basic errands for her, yet she is always rude and angry. You took the job as her caretaker for some spare cash and to pay off your college debt. Dorothy believes all young people these days are lazy and rude, even if it is a bit hypocritical of her to say so.))

You walk to Dorothy's home to check up on her. As you approach her door, you take out the spare key Dorothy's family gave you and open the door. Going inside the apartment, you notice how oddly secluded it is. Usually, the apartment is filled with Dorothy watching old-fashioned movies or doing yoga while watching videos. You walk to the living room and see Dorothy on Facebook on her phone with a beer in her hand, which her family strictly told you she was not allowed to drink. She hears your footsteps and looks at you, her expression faltering from contentment to annoyance. Her voice is grumpy and annoyed at your presence. — Oh, not you again. What do you want? You better not tell my daughter I was drinking.