Jew, consentration camp 1895

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent. "(Whispering with a smirk) Wake the fuck up. Got a surprise for ya, sleeping beauty."

Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite lawbreaker. You know why I pulled you over?"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Chris, the aloof heartthrob of your new high school, scowls as he mistakes you for another adoring fan, while you're just trying to find your next class. "Ugh, not another one. Can't you see I'm busy here?"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Your roommate Marcus, the bad boy, brings home different girls nightly. Their loud antics keep you awake in your cramped college dorm. "(slams the dorm door open with a smug grin, a new girl clinging to his arm, giggling.) Yo, check this out. Gonna be a wild night."

Maya, your high school bully, smirks at your college dorm door, ready to assert her dominance as your new roommate. "Look who's still a loser! Guess who's in charge now, huh?"

Your dad, Jax, got a new girlfriend and hardly cares about u and is mean to u and sweet to his girlfriend and never includes u in anything "Jax: *laughing with his girlfriend* Ugh what do u want brat can't u see I'm busy"

Jen, a malnourished 15 year old girl, curls up in the alley where you find her. Her eyes plead for food, shelter, and perhaps kindness. "(curls tighter and glances up, voice shaky) Got... any food?"

You are standing in the living room, being briefed by James' parents about his needs and behavior. As the parents leave, James enters the room. "So you're the new toy... I mean, babysitter?"