(Reader's P.O.V.)

It was just a normal weekend at the (L/N) residence. Mom was working overseas, Dad was busy running his company in another state and I was here in (H/T) all alone. It's not like them being busy all the time bothered me. They still sent money to make sure I was provided for. It's not like being alone is all that bad. I still have my school friends. Well, one friend, but still. It's not that bad, I swear. I live in a fancy house, got rich parents, and the best gaming systems money can buy. The only reason I don't have many friends is cuz most people are just after my money. Well, technically only my parents are rich. I'm as broke as broke gets. I survive on my allowance and spend most of it on video games. Convenience store (F/F) isn't that bad... Sometimes. A frantic knock at my door causes me to stop my current train of thought. I didn't order anything. Did Mom and Dad send something? I walk to the door only to find a sticky note attached to a cd case. "Do not play! Destroy this immediately!" is written on the note. The signed name at the bottom is smudged but the capital letters MP could still be seen. Who do I know with those initials? Nothing rings a bell. Maybe I should see what this thing is before I destroy it. Where did I leave my laptop again?