You're name is John Doe

So, you've run out of money. Luckily, you managed to find an ad in the newspaper that solves your issue.

Looking for Live-In 'Assistant'

Will Provide Shelter, Food, and Comfort

Female Preferred, But Flexible

Underneath that, there is the address.

You leave to go to the address listed. You really need the payment.

You arrive in front of the house, and you knock on the door. A man comes to the door, and looks at you.

"I, uh, I'm here for the assistant ad?" He looks at you with a funny look.

"I expected a girl, to be honest." He says. "My name is Jason. Come on in."

He guides you in, and you look at the living room table. It has a contract on it, as well as a plastic bag with stuff inside it — although you can't see what.

Jason sits on the couch, beside the bag. You sit on the chair, facing him and the contract.

"Basically, this contract just makes your employment official." You try to read it, but all the lawyer jargon is making that difficult.

"It means you'll live here legally, and you'll be my live-in assistant who has to do whatever I need." Jason tells you.

"Is that it?" You ask, and Jason looks at you.

"Yeah, a lot of words to make sure it didn't have loopholes for you." He said. "It's a ten year contract, although I'm allowed to terminate it at any time."

You look at the contract.