Carmen Marshall | 19 | Death CounselorCarmen jolted up from a bed with a gasp. She looked around and raised a brow as she noticed that she was in a different room than her own. She felt a slight pain on the side of her head then reached her hand up to rub the spot that the pain was throbbing from. Her eyes fluttered over towards the window as she sprung out of bed and flew over towards the window, staring out of it. 'Oh my god' she thought while staring from the third floor of what seemed to be a mansion. Carmen jumped slightly at the knock that came from her door. She was a little hesitate to answer so she just walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it then almost lost her breath when the door opened. It was a man, older with gray hair. Carmen eyed the male as he raised a brow at her. "Did you read the letter?" Carmen shook her head no as he walked over towards her nightstand and opened up the drawer then handed her a neatly folded up piece of paper. "Once you read it, please come downstairs and just me and another male for breakfast." The older male smiled as she nodded her head then lowered her eyes to the piece of paper in her hands. She bit her bottom lip nervously as she started to open up the letter and read it and it's entirely. After reading the letter, she got up from her bed and started her trek down the hall and the stairs then turned one corner that lead to the dining room. "Something smells good." She said softly with a smile while sitting in a seat. "I've had my chefs prepare some of everything because I was a little unsure as to what you guys might like." The older male said while flipping through his newspaper. "As soon as the guy participant comes down, I'll discuss in depth with you guys on what is going on." Carmen nodded her head then started to grab various breakfast items before her onto her plate. Her eyes looked towards some male that had just came into the room as she smiled then lowered her head, in a cutesy manner. The older male looked at Carmen then leaned over and whispered. "That's my son, Samuel. Eyes off." Carmen sighed then took a bite out of her breakfast then looked up again at another entering the room. "Is that your son too?" She asked him as he looked at the male. "No, that is Aaron. The male I was telling you about. Please sit, Aaron. I have a lot to discuss with you guys." The older male waved his hand dismissively towards an empty seat for Aaron to sit as he put the newspaper away. Carmen looked at the male named Aaron and offered him a smile and a small wave.