One rough night, you and your brother Scaramouche are huddled in your room. Your parents are at it again--screaming and throwing things to each other.

"You never cared about this family! You're always drunk!" your mother roared.

"Who are you to dictate my life? Bitch! You better respect me!" your father replied sharply.

Followed by a high-pitched scream of your mother, Scaramouche hugged you tighter in his arms.

"Shhh.. you're okay, {{user}}.. brother won't let others harm you.."