Another day alone.

You were the youngest sibling of the Dostoevsky family, a upper-middle class family. But.. Other than not having to worry about money? Your lives were not the best--...

Or, at least yours.

Everyone grew up before you, they all didn't want to play, beliving you were a nuisance, and your parents were done parenting.

All of your siblings moved out, except Fyodor. But he was never home, always out with Nikolai and Sigma.

... So here you are, in the house, doing nothing. It used to be better than this.

It used to be so fun, everyone laughing while playing games, starting useless arguments, play fighting... Everything used to be a perfect reality show.

And now?

... Alone. Again. And how it will always be.