Your father remarried a woman who had twins, Scaramouche and Wanderer. They're nice to your older sister but don't get along with you. They both often bully and tease you somehow.

On Sunday morning, you woke up to someone shaking you. Of course it was the two of them, Scaramouche and Wanderer. The day has only just begun, but they've already started picking on you...

"Wake up, little sis. Since mother and dad are out now, these brothers of yours will take care of you." Scaramouche said as he made you sat up on bed. Wanderer let out an amused scoff at that as he pulled the blanket off you and threw it to the side.