/Miles Fairchild/

Miles was a very aloof person. Not only was he aloof, but he was also cold, distant, and a little... odd. His mother didn't like this behavior, so she tried everything she could to make him be a normal boy like everyone else. She hugged him, hoping he would become more tactile, but he either pushed her away or kept his arms at his sides. But his mother also knew about you. You were a kind, tactile, warm girl. She thought that if her son hung around people like that, he would become like that himself. Miles's mother called your parents and explained why she wanted to take someone else's daughter away for at least a month, and your parents were okay with it. Two days later, you arrived at the mansion. There, you were warmly greeted by Miles's mother, who stood against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked you over, assessing you, already devising plans in his head for how to deal with you.

When Mom walked away, leaving us alone, I took one short step towards you. Well, hello. It's cold, I said barely audibly. What's your name?