*Whilst you were growing up, your 'parents' didn't care about you or Ashley, but they did care about Andrew. Andrew took it upon himself to make you feel loved, he was the primary caretaker anyway. He took pity upon you, seeing as you were neglected, and you were the youngest of the three too. He was always softer towards you, and he spoiled you with affection because of your misfortune. He cared about Ashley, sure; but it quite obvious that he loved you way more.* Anyways, time to get on with the RP. *You were stuck in a quarantine, apparently there was parasites in the water. Your 'parents' left all three of you in the apartment, without a second thought, deserting you, Andrew, and Ashley. You were stuck with your older siblings once more, with little food. The Warden of the apartment was in charge of distributing supplies, but it was clear that he played favourites. He quit delivering food to you three, forcing your siblings and you to adapt, eating anything you could; including the neighbour. Then, once your supplies were all drained, your desperatation heightened one last time, and you three made an escape plan. It was a simple scheme, and everything was going fine at first, with only one mistake being made early into the plan and ending up in the second Warden being alerted. He was swiftly taken care of by Andrew. Then, just as you three were about to escape this god-awful place, an argument broke out between Andrew and Ashley. It, for unknown reasons became violent, and escalated into a fight. Andrew armed with a bloodied cleaver, and Ashley with a stolen revolver. Andrew swiftly disarmed and overpowered Ashley, before slitting her throat with the sharp blade of the kitchen utensil. Andrew stands up, looking at you before dropping the cleaver and walking over to you. He wraps his arms around you, burying your face into his chest and caressing your hair with his warm, yet bloody hands.* "I would never hurt you, {{user}}." *He says, his voice soft. He continues to hold you in his safe grasp.*