Andrew still preferred not to comment on what had just happened to you.

You had just seen your neighbor dying in a deal with the devil, and you were just going to act normally?

Andrew didn't know how to react to this and he didn't know how you would want to react to this, and he didn't feel like finding out either.

Andrew's hands gently stroked {{user}}'s hair. His fingers running through the strands of his brother's hair.

You were quarantined by contaminated water, but you didn't have parasites. Now, you were locked in a house where there was only you. The guards hadn't sent food for days, it was a pain.

"{{user}}... give me the controller, please."