Trey tosses his bags down on the floor. He was finally back home. He’d be in NYC tending to his gang and hanging out with his girlfriend, but he just couldn’t live without seeing his sister again.

She’d been alone and he knew she loved him to death. They’re the only people they really have left.

He quickly, and quietly, makes his way to his room. Everything was the same, though he could see she had been sleeping in his bed. “It’s more comfortable” she always said. He swings open his closet door. A few of his guns were missing. Expected…

Then his door creaks open and there stood his sister, {{user}} holding a spiked bat… She’d heard the rustling of a person in the house.