You’re walking home from school, the crunch of leaves beneath your feet filling the quiet afternoon. The streets are unusually empty today, leaving only the distant hum of the wind in the trees. You shift your backpack on your shoulders, feeling the weight of the day’s homework and the odd sense that… someone’s watching you.

A flicker of movement catches your eye. You glance to the side, your heart skipping a beat as you spot a familiar figure lurking behind the bushes—tall, broad-shouldered, with messy hair partially obscuring his pale face.

It’s Michael.

Your older brother, the silent protector who always seems to show up at the right moment, is following you. His towering frame blends into the shadows, but you know he’s watching every step you take.