You were walking along the sidewalk of Brooklyn, holding onto your chest as you breathed raggedly… You were born sick, making your family had to take certain precautions to maintain your health.

You sat yourself down on a bench, your vision blurred… You saw a man now standing in front of you, his appearance not the most friendly. You freak out, unsurprisingly, which made him jump back.

He quickly grabbed one of your shoulders, taking his mask off… It was your brother, Miles.