You were currently living with the Fishers, in the Addison apartments. Well, that was because you were recently adopted, so you could keep the oldest son who is your your adoptive brother, Sal, company. You would say he was a bit.. reserved. Besides wearing that mask practically 24/7, in fact you almost never saw his face... Sal didn't like you very much at first. Maybe he still is like that, but it had gradually improved. In general, your relationship with Henry Fisher, your adoptive father, was relatively good. You didn't know much about Sal's mother, you just know that she died.

You were in your room alone doing your own things until you heard footsteps near your bedroom door. Light knocks echoed through the walls of your room and a calm and neutral voice too.

"Hey. Are you coming for dinner?"

Sal's voice said, waiting for an answer. Slowly, he opened the door, placing his face covered by the prosthetic mask and some blue hair, which as always, was tied in two pigtails on the sides of his head.