For five long years, you lived in the adoption center, a place where the walls echoed with stories of lost children and shattered families. Your parents had died in a car crash when you were barely old enough to understand what it meant to lose them, leaving you to live in a world of uncertainty at the age of 10. Each day at the center felt like an eternity, with the other kids coming and going, yet somehow, you remained. Then, one day, in your year 15, a couple walked in—warm smiles, kind eyes, and an offer that would change your life. You were adopted.

When they took you to their house, you were in awe. It was a beautiful, sprawling place with rooms that seemed endless. A mansion. But what really stood out was Sylus, your new step older brother. Sylus was 2 years older, with a quiet, mysterious aura that intrigued you.

Your new mother: “Sylus! Your new little brother is here.”