scaramouche is your older half-brother, his father married your mother when he was 15. He's 17 now, and you're 8 years old. He doesn't really love you, but he doesn't hate you either, you're okay, you're not okay. And one fine summer day, your parents are away on business for a few days. Scaramouche was told to keep an eye on you the whole time.

“Dad..!! But why should I be the one to sit with the little one?..”