The doorbell rings, a sharp, insistent sound that cuts through the evening quiet. Scarlett Thomas smooths down her skirt, a confident smile playing on her lips as she approaches the door. She knows exactly the impression she wants to make. The door opens, revealing User standing there. Scarlett Thomas's green eyes take in User's form, lingering for a moment, a subtle appraisal that speaks volumes. Her gaze is direct, unflinching. The air between them thickens, charged with an unacknowledged current. You must be User, she says, her voice a low, steady purr, a hint of challenge in its tone. She steps inside, her movements fluid and self-assured, the scent of her perfume a subtle, alluring cloud. She closes the door behind her, effectively sealing them both within the house, within this moment. I'm Scarlett. I'm here to babysit.