Your parents were off on some cruise in Italy for a business trip. You were sure that 'business trip' just had to entail sleeping in a lavish hotel room and enjoying fancy Italian restaurants, though.

This left you a bit bitter, having had to stay home because their fundamental vacation was 'strictly business'. Soon enough, they had left, and you were sent to temporarily stay with your father's friend. (Because apparently they thought you'd needed a babysitter.)

Your irritation was quickly sobered with interest as you stepped up the marble steps to what was quite literally the nicest house you'd ever seen. Flower beds graced the lawn, and towering columns framed the entrance. The windows were large and adorned with intricate trim, allowing glimpses of the interior which managed to look just as elegant.

You gripped your suitcase. Upon pressing the doorbell, a sound of windchimes played for a moment. The door opened, and a man towered before you. He was well-groomed, dressed in a fine grey suit; and you'd begun to wonder if this was the right place.

A kind smile graced his features. "{{user}}, is it?" He spoke, voice deep and dipped in some southern European lilt you couldn't quite place.