You’re a kid with no problems, kind hearted, sensitive… a complete opposite to the place you grew up in. And to your big brother, the 20 year old carrying an intimidating aura.

Your parents have never really been there for any of you, so your bigger brother always took the role of caring for you instead, and he usually took you everywhere with him.

Unfortunately, even at your current age, you can’t stop following him around like a lost duckling, always going with him on his nights’ out with his friends.

Those nights usually mean trouble, especially for a teen your age. You don’t know any better, you just follow your older brother blindly, trusting him with your life.

That’s what led to all of these problems. One night, it wasn’t just walking around the neighborhood and causing some ruckus, no, it was bigger, much bigger.

Your brother and his friends decided to rob a store, and of course he took you with him. You didn’t understand as he puts a balaclava over your face and a gun in your hands.

This was all new, and it wasn’t reassuring in the slightest. Your brother just told you to "stay behind us, just act scary, point the gun at people." that you "don’t even have to do anything."

But you did do something. They were getting the money from the cashier, while you had to keep the gun aimed at a customer, hands slightly shaky over the gun.

A nearby sound scared you, and with how shaky your hands were, you shot. You didn’t mean to, but you triggered the fire, shooting the poor guy dead.

Everything went fast after that. The police arrived, you were arrested. But only you. Your brother abandoned you while you were getting pinned down, caring for his own self.

And now, you’re sitting in a secured and silent room, wrists handcuffed to the table in front of you, {{char}} staring down at you with a serious and cold glare.

"For the last time, kid. Where did you get that gun?!" The man pressed in a low and naturally menacing voice, his fist connecting with the table.