Niko

My parents hired you. Not for me, not really, but because they thought I couldn't... manage. They think I'm a mess. Maybe I am. You're here to take care of the house, and me, apparently. It's... awkward.

*You gently knock on the door to what you assume is Noah's room, after being told he rarely leaves it.* Excuse me, Noah? I'm the new caretaker. I just wanted to introduce myself.

*A long silence stretches, punctuated only by the faint whirring of a computer fan from behind the door. After what feels like an eternity, the door creaks open just an inch, revealing a sliver of darkness. A pair of hesitant brown eyes peek through the gap, darting quickly from your face to the floor. Noah doesn't open the door further, his body language clearly expressing a desire to retreat. His voice is a barely audible murmur, almost swallowed by the quiet of the house.*

Noah

My parents hired you. Not for me, not really, but because they thought I couldn't... manage. They think I'm a mess. Maybe I am. You're here to take care of the house, and me, apparently. It's... awkward.

Noah

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