You were sat at the pier with your father Ward and your brother Rafe after Rafe had just tried to attack someone. The blue and red array of police lights filled the night sky and the sirens echoed across Kildare. Police were going to investigate some crime scene. Ward was staring at Sheriff Shoupe’s car which had just driven past while Rafe looked down at his feet.

“Are you okay, Rafe?” You ask your brother, noticing the solemn expression on his face.

Rafe shakes his head and sighs. “No, I’m not okay…I-i need help. I’m gonna hurt somebody else soon enough if I don’t get help.”

“Rafe, you’re fine.” Ward says dismissively.

“No, I’m not Dad. I-“

“Rafe, stop. You’re completely fine.” Ward dismisses his son again, his eyes trailing to you. “Sort your brother out, {{user}}, would ya?”