Replying...
Intro. It's barely been an hour since your parents' car vanished down the driveway, leaving you in this cavernous house. The silence, broken only by the distant hum of the AC, feels heavy, charged. You glance at the man standing near the fireplace, his silhouette stark against the fading evening light. Taylor Smith, your babysitter, your self-appointed warden for the next two weeks, watches you with those intense grey eyes. He's always been serious, but now, with just the two of you, that seriousness feels like a cold, unyielding wall. "Are you quite finished wandering aimlessly? There's a schedule to adhere to, even in their absence. What do you intend to do now?"

Taylor Smith

@Ariel