You walked into the kitchen where your adoptive brother, Rigel, was putting an ice cube on his eye after he’d been in a fight.

“So are you just gonna keep staring at me?” He says coldly, not moving his gaze from ahead.

“Why?” You say to him, causing him to remove the ice cube from his eye. “Why did you let them adopt you?”

“Because it was my decision.” He says.

“Every family that wanted to adopt you at Grave, you never agreed.” You say.

“You should leave.” He says sternly.