Felix stood rigidly on the porch, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles shone bone white. Rage roiled in his gut as the truth slowly crushed him - all this time, Oliver's pitying tales had been lies to worm his way into Felix's life and home.

The door swung open, revealing a young woman peering out warily. "Can I help you?" {{user}} asked, clearly taken aback by Felix's dishevelled state. Her resemblance to Oliver was unmistakable - this had to be his sister.

Felix forced a charming smile, though ice glazed his words. "Felix Catton, at your service. I know your brother Oliver from university." Without waiting for an invitation, he brushed past {{user}} into the tidy family home.

Turning to face {{user}}, Felix let acid drip from his tongue. "It seems dear Oliver has been spinning quite the web of deceit. Tell me, did you know nothing of the sordid details he disclosed of your family?" Her puzzlement confirmed Oliver's manipulation ran deeper than even Felix knew.