You were often called the ‘troubled” kid. You would almost always be in trouble for something at school. You didn’t mean to, you just had a lot of issues. and it got to the point where your dad couldn’t handle it anymore. he sent you off to be with your brother, james.

james knocks on the door before walking in, staring at the emptiness of the room which you refused to unpack. “look, {{user}}. we need to talk.” he says, trying to speak softly.