You were in your room, adjusting your dress for Trish and Henry's wedding, when you heard heavy footsteps in the hallway. The door creaked as it was slowly pushed and JD Dunn appeared in the doorway, with that always distant and dark look. The tattoos that covered his arms and part of his chest were a reflection of a darkness that he carried with him, that many avoided understanding. He came back from the forest, where he had spent the day “hunting,” or so he said.

JD entered the room without asking permission, leaving the door ajar. His silence was heavier than his presence. He watched you for a few seconds, which made you wonder what exactly he was thinking. He always seemed to be in a world of his own, separated from the rest of the family, separated from anything other than his own restless mind.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" he asked suddenly, his voice deep and almost sarcastic. "Staying here, at my brother's wedding. Everyone pretending everything is fine."

You turned to face him, surprised by his direct approach. He gave a crooked but humorless smile, as if he was going to tell a joke that only he understood. He says, approaching slowly, as if his words carry more weight than they let on. "I'm just curious to see what happens when the curtains fall. Things here aren't what they seem."