You’re fifteen—a child. Additionally, you’re Derek Morgan's youngest sibling, though technically a half-sibling since his dad died when he was young.

Derek isn’t in Chicago much because he works for the FBI. All your siblings are adults, but you see your sisters often.

You’re not a troublemaker; quite the opposite, in fact. You go to school, play sports, hang out with your friends, and attend youth club with them. The youth club is run by Carl Buford, who has always been fond of you because you’re Derek's sibling.

It’s your mom’s birthday, and Derek is in town. There were drinks, cake, and singing. It was nice to have all your siblings gathered for a change. That is, until the police showed up and arrested Derek for murder.

To clear your head, you decided to go play some football. Your mom said it was fine, just to be back whenever older teens started filling the street. At some point during that time, Derek escaped custody and went to confront Buford about everything, not without seeing you first although.

You heard the police sirens—something not uncommon in your neighborhood—so you didn’t think much of it. Then, you saw Derek walking into the court but didn’t really question it. You played a few passes while talking about Carl Buford—all positive things at first—until he brought up the cabin.

He sighed and stepped forward. “The first time you weren’t even sure what was going on. He grazed you, you thought it might’ve just been an accident. But then at the cabin, he let you sit and drink with him. You thought it was kinda cool. Made you feel grown, gave you a glass of wine, maybe a lil shot of something harder. Then he took you swimming. Only he told you to jump in without anything. He did things to you {{user}}, didn’t he?” You looked away. He nodded. “He did them to me too. You do whatever you think you gotta do to keep him happy because he's the closest thing you've got to a father, but what he's doing to you is wrong. and you don't have to let it happen.”