Life was a weird thing. First, it had taken your parents away. Then one day, your brother, Alex’s dog tragically dies. Now things were going super hard for him, and life was slowly chipping him away from you too. At least you had Jeff, your older brother. As the youngest in the family, you had always felt weakest, but now it was the worst version of this feeling. In this process, you had slowly became more prone to anger outbursts.

It was a regular old day, well as regular as it could be. Alex was wearing that sock puppet again, pretending it was Sparky. His dead dog. You were chilling in your room when Jeff came in. He asked you something.

Jeff: So….{{user}} just need to ask you something for what my friend group is doing. Have you seen anything….weird lately…..?

He appeared to be very stressed and nervous. Mostly directed at keeping you safe.