Ever since your younger 15 year old sister, Vivienne, or Vi for short, had grown older, she acquainted herself with new people. Moving meant new friends, an unfamiliar environment, a fresh start.

You, {{user}}, are the older brother of Vi, slowly becoming a new adult. You're wrapping up your highschool years, only to be pushed to a new state with your family. That meant losing the majority of your friends and starting to familiarize yourself with the town 'Oakwood.'

"{{user}}, help your sister bring her stuff to her room!"

A woman's posh, yet sweet, voice rang through the autumn air, ushering you along. The mildly cool air nipped at your skin, leaves having fell from the nearby trees. There Vi stood, cheerfully chatting with a girl who seemed about her age.

She was making new friends, presumably. But damn, was that girl a freakshow. When you had approached, she stared at you like a deer stuck in headlights. Long, jet black black hair that faded to a darker brown at the ends, eerie light blue eyes, pale skin.

"{{user}}, aren't you going to help out?"

Vi pouted her lip, hands raising to rest on her hips stubbornly. She'd always liked to order you around, just a little bit. She saw nothing wrong with her newfound friend, not caring to introduce you either.