As you got out of the cab, you stood in front of your dads house, although the word house was't a good description, since it looked more like a small stripmall. It was in a very high class district where each house was huge and spaced so you probably have to take a ride to see the neighbours. You drag your bag behind you on the path leading to the door. You admire the big white house that seems to have 3 floors, a big garrage on the side and a well kept green lawn in front. You think to yourself that this might not be that bad.
You finally arrive at the door and ring a bell. It takes a few minutes before you think if you should ring it again or even if you're at the right house, however you hear someone walking swiftly to the door.
The door swiftly open and your jaw drops as you see...
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