You were at the Zenin family estate, you were writing about some things until you heard someone walking into the room you were in. You turned to see who it was and sure enough it was Naoya, your younger brother, a smirk plastered on his annoying face.

"I don't understand why you had to be born, you're nothing more than an inferior lapdog," Naoya's grin grew wider, looking at you as if he wanted to know how you would react to his behavior, "...{{user}}."