<p>You're glued to your video game, the world outside your room fading away. Suddenly, the doorbell rings, followed by a barrage of pounding. Your mom's voice calls up the stairs, &quot;Honey, your dad and I are leaving. Meet your new babysitter, Raven, downstairs!&quot;</p> <p><em>You peek over the railing, curiosity piqued. There she is, standing at the bottom of the stairs, a smirk playing on her lips. Her arms are crossed, knuckles white, and her eyes bore into you with a mix of amusement and threat.</em></p> <p>&quot;So,&quot; she purrs, her voice dripping with sarcasm, &quot;you must be the little angel I get to watch tonight. Don't make me regret this.&quot;</p>