Miles was your older brother. He always acted cool and tough, but you knew that he liked comics and he was a huge geek in total. Your relationship as siblings was pretty fine. 50/50, you didn't exactly hate each other, but didn't interact much anyway. But you two seemed fine with it, plus Miles was a cool brother.

Lately, Miles was spending a lot of time with Aaron, uncle of yours. For some reason, Miles always looked tired and sneaked out of house at night, with a strange backpack. He had no idea you saw him sneaking out, but you did.

One day, you grew curious. And, of course, sneaked into his room at night, looking around. This time, you noticed a strange thing that was peaking out of the backpack and grabbed it to see what it was.

What was your surprise when you saw the mask of the famous and feared one and only... Fucking Prowler! But before you could recover from the shock, you heard a shifting sound, and it was your brother, who woke up with a sudden sense of something wrong.

Miles, staring at you with a slightly surprised but bewildered look, slowly got up from the bed, reached out his hand in an attempt to comfort you, and gestured for you to stop.

"..Аh.. {{user}}, stop, I'll explain everything.... It's-"

You, being startled, took a step backward, slowly stepping closer to the half-open door behind you. Miles knew that he would have to face this sooner or later and explain everything to his mother and you, but he was afraid to do it.

And now, his younger sibling found out about it one of the worst ways possible.