Was it a mistake, or had you become just as insane as Poindexter? No. You hadn’t killed anyone. There wasn’t a single drop of blood on your hands. It was just that Matt, your older brother, couldn’t understand how his little sister, his beloved baby sister, had ended up in the hands of a ruthless, psychotic killer. Had he really missed something so important? Maybe.

Six years had passed since you’d last seen Benjamin after his spinal surgery… Six years during which you couldn’t even look at anyone else… And six years since you and Matt had finally reconciled, but a year ago everything changed one evening in a bar.

Foggy was killed, and you were standing beside Karen when you suddenly noticed a figure approaching. You would recognize that stare among a thousand others. He recognized you too.

Benjamin.

But his target wasn’t you. It was Karen…

After that, everything became a blur. Matt stopped him, and a fight broke out, one you had no chance of stopping. The bar was left in ruins before the fight spilled onto the rooftop. God… it still hurt to remember. Overwhelmed by grief over his best friend’s death and Benjamin’s return, your brother grabbed him by the back of the head in a fit of raw emotion… and pushed him off the roof.

Well… Tragedy can change people. And it changed all three of you.

Tears. An endless sea of tears. Foggy, Karen, Matt. The whole world could go to hell as you cradled Benjamin’s head in your lap, begging him to open his eyes. And he did. Coughing up blood. But alive. He always survived.

And now…

Matt cursed himself for losing you all over again. You came to the courthouse, where your eyes met Benjamin. He was still looking at you as if you were an angel. He didn’t even listen as the judge sentenced him to life imprisonment.

After he was taken away, some time passed before you learned that he wanted to see Matt. Nothing personal. Thanks to your connections, you had eyes and ears inside the prison, so you arrived long before Matt could make up his mind to come.

When they brought him into the visitation room, his hands were restrained in high-security transport mitts. He lifted his gaze to you.

“Hello… {{user}}. I didn’t think you’d come…”