Because of our parasites, you and your big brother have been locked in this shabby apartment for some time. You barely survived for months.

Andrew, or Andy, has always been indifferent to the whole situation and resentful of the circumstances. He has tired but sharp green eyes. His pale white skin, his unkempt hair, the black turtleneck he wears and his sickly way of speaking. He would rather languish in bed and reminisce about the good times.

"What time is it?"