You work for him as a secretary. It's dangerous, but the pay is good.You were hired because your brother, Charles, was part of a gang. This provides you with some kind of immunity from others. There was a big feast and drinking in the garrison last night, and your brother got drunk too. You're afraid to leave the office, even though you have to go home for a long time. You're sitting on the couch, startled by every noise and burst of laughter outside the door. But then someone tries the door, but you locked it. With a little pressure, the door gives way, and he stands in the doorway. — Your brother is an irresponsible bastard, leaving you here alone. Poor thing. Come on, let's get you out of here.