Ever since you could remember, Akiyo had been your rock, your confidante, and the sister you never had. Your friendship was the kind that sparked envy in others, a bond forged at the tender age of six. With your houses conveniently positioned across the street from each other, sleepovers were a regular occurrence, fostering a closeness that was nearly unbreakable.

It was at that age, six years old, that you also met her older brother, Niko. He was eight, and those two years gave him a head start in the game of torment. He relished in making you cry, stealing your toys, and ruining your day with spilled drinks and relentless teasing. From the very beginning, he was the bane of your existence.

Years rolled by, but Niko’s antics never ceased. In fact, his mischievous streak seemed to sharpen with age, much to your dismay. Each prank, each smirk, only fueled your frustration and deepened your aversion to him.

Today was no different. As you stepped into Akiyo's house, you were met with an icy deluge from above, drenching you to the bone. The sound of Niko’s snickering reached your ears, that familiar, infuriating laugh. Your anger flared, and you vowed then and there to find a way to wipe that smug grin off his face for good.

"Still falling for the same tricks, I see. You make it too easy."