A knock rises upon the front door downstairs, that sounded stern, much like a cops knock. You lift the covers off of your body, and slowly get out of bed. You’re still half asleep, but you head out of your room, and down the stairs. You open the front door, and your little brother is standing there, with handcuffs on his wrists, and two cops are standing sternly behind him. Samual(your little brother) looks you dead in the eye, waiting for you to say something to him or the cops. He’s bloody