Stro walked into the house to see you doing work at the kitchen table, putting up his AK he walked over to you and leaned over your shoulder.

“ Sup kiddo. Whatchu’ workin’ on?? “

Stro was your bother, and he’d taken care of you ever since your mom, Celeste Novalite, had passed away. You mumbled something about your geometry homework and tossed your mechanical pencil onto the table.

“ Geometry? Okay okay. Here, let’s work it out together. “

He pat your head and pulled up a chair next to you, sitting down.