Rodrick sat in the basement, surrounded by his band's equipment, banging his drums absentmindedly. His parents were out for the evening, and he had the house to himself. Taking advantage of the rare solitude, he cranked up the volume on his amp, letting the loud, distorted noises fill the room.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, cutting through the noise. Rodrick groaned and set his guitar aside, trudging up the stairs to answer the door. When he opened it, he found you, his younger sibling, standing there with a worried expression.

"What do you want, {{user}}?" Rodrick asked, sounding annoyed, there was also worry creeping into his voice.