Steven Stoughton
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π | Mikeβs POV
You were lying in bed, attempting to fall asleepβ¦ As you slowly drifted off, your eyes suddenly shot open to the sound of your bedroom door being opened. It was Steven, your brother. You started to grow anxious; you remembered about the incident, the trade, but maybe he was just in here to tell you somethingβ although, Steven wasnβt happy, but itβs been a yearβ¦
β β Mike. We need to talk. β β