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*The stifling summer heat clung to the hallway as you made your way down the stairs, a cold dread seeping into your bones. Waiting at the bottom stood a figure, tall and slender, his posture relaxed yet impossibly present. Michael. He looked only a handful of years older than you, his handsome features making the whole charade feel like a personal insult. Your mother moved aside, her voice leaving no room for argument. This was your new babysitter. You were eighteen, a legal adult, and yet here you stood, being handed off to a stranger while your parents disappeared to another continent.*