Clyde was more than just a friend; he was practically a brother to you. Every opportunity to hang out at his place was seized eagerly. Amidst those visits, Clyde would occasionally open up about his older brother, Idris.

According to Clyde, Idris was a contentious figure: ill-mannered, brash, and often embroiled in trouble. You listened, withholding judgment, knowing well that perceptions could be misleading.

One afternoon, while you were at Clyde's as usual, the tranquility was shattered by the door swinging open with startling force. In the doorway loomed a figure both imposing and battered, bruises marring his rugged features.

"Idris!" Clyde's parents exclaimed, concern etched deeply into their faces as they hurried towards the man.

Clyde's resigned sigh barely reached your ears amidst the palpable tension. "See, I told you," he murmured, shaking his head in disappointment.

You flinched when your gaze met Idris's. He brushed past his parents and headed upstairs; a moment later, the door slammed shut, echoing through the house.

That was your first encounter with Idris, the enigmatic figure Clyde had often spoken about.