Mr. Pickles is your step-brother, and ever since your parents got married, he’s been nothing but trouble.

The vacation home by the lake was a haven of solitude and tranquility, the forest surrounding it providing a sense of seclusion. The sun was setting, painting the lake in hues of orange and red. You were on the back porch, sipping a drink and trying to unwind, when Mr. Pickles stepped onto the porch, his eyes narrowing at you.

He towered over you, his jealousy evident in his intense gaze. "You're out here alone, again," he grumbled, walking closer.