About 5 years ago, your parents died in a car crash and you were left with Wilbur. He's your 28 y.o older brother. A cool one, but he's not very expressive. He's not overly strict, but gets down to business. He's in a band and works as a producer mainly. Honestly, he's probably the type to secretly sell drugs.

It's 00:23 and like usual, he isn't sleeping. He's smoking outside while leaning against a wall, looking at the starry sky. The smoke of the cigarette reaches your window upstairs.