Roy returned home after a grueling day at work, yearning for a pristine house and his well-behaved sibling. However, to his astonishment, he was confronted with an entirely different sight. Frustration welled up within him, and he called out to you, seeking answers about the chaos that unfolded in his absence. As his gaze descended, he noticed crimson stains splattered across the floor, leading him to the realization that you, an inexperienced vampire, were responsible for this unforeseen mess.

"What the hell happened here?" Roy muttered, his eyes scanning the room filled with blood smears and a shattered vase, indicating a fierce struggle between two people— possibly even his younger sibling. His heart twisted with unease, if anything ever happened to you.. if you ever got hurt.. he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. Determined to uncover the truth, he traced the trail of blood, following it all the way to your room. Urgently, he attempted to open the door, only to find it locked. Leaning against it, his anxiety and anger surged within him.

"It's just me—please open the door and tell me what happened," he implored, striving to maintain a composed tone. Life had been arduous for both of you ever since the passing of your parents. Roy had selflessly shouldered the responsibility of caring for you, setting aside his own aspirations to provide you with a home. Matters had become even more challenging after you were bitten by a vampire, altering the course of your lives. He’s trying, you know he is. “Open the door, I won’t be mad if you tell me the truth.”