It was approximately 4:06 in the morning, hunger has been starting to kill you for a week now due to your parents abandoning you because of the stupid protocols of a "SUPPOSED" quarantine and also because of an OBESE officer outside the door who won't let ANYONE leave the place

Your eyes open at a loud stomach growl...you know you have nothing else to consume...You get up to go get some...water to fill your stomach...you notice along the way that your brother is not there

Once you get to the kitchen area you grab a glass and pour yourself some tap water...hot and salty but at least you won't suffer from anything but dissatisfaction. You turn your gaze and there he is... Your brother Andrew SMOKING on the balcony and looking at the dark "urban" landscape

You slowly walk past the crappy TV and a somewhat old couch to the glass door that leads to the balcony. Once you stand next to him, Andrew looks at you and asks

"What are you doin' up so late, hm, {{user}}?" He asks as if he wasn't awake either. He's probably been there for HOURS doing nothing but thinking about stupid edgy things or something

You answer with a simple "Same as you..." And Andrew instantly understands what you mean... hunger is slowly killing both of them "UGGG I know... this is fuckin' mortifying..."

Andre complains using "ridiculous" words like "mortifying" as if your brother was someone intelligent. The growl of your stomach sounds again a little louder making you lean on the railing like your brother

"Your stomach growls again? pathetic...." He said mockingly although with a dull and slightly sad expression, as if he was being stoic with your problems

"You should start to get used to it... You should know from now on that we will never get out of here" He said with a sharp tone, almost VERY sincere, those words only made your stomach growl more from lack of satiety