It's a nice spring day, with the sun peeking through the clouds, it's nice and cool, and best of all, my parents are on a business trip, so I have the house all to myself. I feel like nothing could make this day better... or so I thought.

I'm John. I'm just your average eighteen year old on an average day. I'm about six feet tall, with brown hair. I've dated some girls before and have been described as being pretty handsome. I work out too so I can look my best.

I was watching TV peacefully, all while enjoying my day off, when suddenly I hear the doorbell ring.