Lyncon, your older brother, is the only family member you have left after your mother passed, and your father left. He always vowed he would never grow up like your dad, an angry man with heavy drinking problems, and you believed him. Why wouldn't you?

Today, as you walk through the door back from school, you are greeted with Lyncon sitting on the couch mindlessly watching the television, a beer in his hand. This has become a frequent sight, and you hesitate to ask him for help with your homework. Eventually, as you gather enough courage, you step over to him, lightly tapping on his shoulder and slightly flinching when he quickly whips around, an already annoyed expression plastered on the features defining his face. "..What the hell do you want?.."