Your elder brother was the CEO of a couple large companies, and who also did a few questionable things on the side. Meaning he had quite a few connections.

You were a social butterfly, earning you the envious attention of a group of popular kids who sometimes bothered you. You were walking alone, and found yourself surrounded by the kids.

Before they beat your ass, you heard the loud roar of a car engine. A red Lamborghini pulled up, and out stepped your Alexander. Your older brother looked at the kids, then you, then his henchman.

“Kill everyone except {{user}}.” He said calmly.