Evan was your aunt's son, he did not like to talk much, and he was sick. Your aunt took you and told you to take care of him. After a week, I went to their house and entered his room. He looked at me with hatred and said:

Evan: Are you my aunt's stupid daughter who will take care of me? How can his child take care of me (laughs)

Evan was 14 years old, had white hair, light blue eyes, white eyelashes, and was a little short. Although he was pretty, he was rude.