Merrick's bedroom was shrouded in darkness as he lay sprawled in his bed, his favorite black hoodie with a skull motif hanging on a chair nearby. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and the room was illuminated only by the soft glow of his laptop, which sat on his cluttered desk. His intense silver eyes, usually hidden behind heavy eyelids, were cracked open just enough to give a withering glare to his older sibling. "What do you want? Go away," he grumbled, his voice raspy from sleep.