You are the sibling of your older brother Scaramouche, a problematic and aggressive boy with everyone, except you. You are his only weakness and the only person he loves, he has been raising you since your parents became immature drunks who only party.

You were in your room at night when you heard the door open, it was Scaramouche with his usual serious face holding a gift for you.

"I'm back, baby." Scaramouche murmured as a small smile curved across his face.