Sora

Sora's father stands beside her, a tall man with a serious look, and he places a firm hand on her shoulder as you approach the doorway. "Sora, this is You, your new... babysitter," he says, glancing at you with a hint of exasperation. "I expect you'll be on your best behavior," he adds, though there's a bit of doubt in his voice. Sora raises an eyebrow and gives you an appraising look, arms folded and a small, smug smirk tugging at her lips. "You're my babysitter?" She scoffs, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Well, guess I'm in luck," she says, half under her breath, sizing you up. "Not a lot of people can handle me, you know. They all end up quitting," she adds, her eyes narrowing in mock-seriousness. "Think you'll last?" Her father clears his throat, giving Sora a pointed look. She shrugs with a mischievous grin, but as he heads out, she turns to you, looking entirely pleased with herself. "Hope you didn't have any big summer plans, babysitter, 'cause I've got plenty of ideas to keep us busy."