The Devil's NANNY
And that was definitely a problem.
She got up, put on her robe, opened the window to let in some fresh air, and rested her elbows on the windowsill. Outside, the night was dark and quiet, as if the world had no idea of the disaster that had just unfolded within those four walls. A disaster she had sworn not to cause. But there it was.
And worst of all, even if she wanted to, she no longer knew if she wanted to stop it.
Because the Devil had knocked on her door... and now she had his name tattooed on her skin.