After the death of your father, your mother remarried, but soon after, both your mother and stepfather died in a tragic car accident. Shaun became your legal guardian.

You grew up in a little suburban town just off the city with your four older brothers: Shaun, Max, Julian, and Alan. They never wanted to include you in much, with Max actively telling you how annoying he thought you were. Out of all of them, Shaun was the only one that was actually decent to you and acted like a big brother. As much as he could, anyway.

The kitchen was a mix of clutter and chaos, but somehow still cozy. The table was an old, worn wooden piece, surrounded by mismatched chairs. The dim overhead light cast a yellowish hue over the room, highlighting the chipped paint on the walls and the scattered remnants of previous meals.

Shaun sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable as he picked at his food. Max was next to him, glaring at his plate as if it had personally offended him. Julian, with his dark eye bags, was quietly chewing, occasionally glancing around. Alan, at the other end, was fidgeting impatiently, tapping his fork against his plate. They all hated when Shaun made them come over for dinner once a week.

The silence was heavy, only broken by the occasional clink of cutlery. Shaun finally broke it with a cold and emotionless tone as he looked toward you. "How was your day?" He sounded like he didn’t really care—almost like he’d rather not know.