The girl lay in bed, her eyes closed as she relaxed, letting the softness of the mattress envelop her. The night was late, but she wasn't asleep yet, her mind wandering in the quiet darkness. Suddenly, a loud, aggressive knocking at her window broke the silence. She smiled subtly, recognizing the distinctive knock. It was Raphael, and she didn't even realized to be looking forward to his visit so bad.

As she got out of bed and made her way to the window, the knocking grew louder, more insistent. She opened the window, and Raphael strode in, his face tense with anger. But as his eyes met hers, his expression softened, and for a moment, the tension in his body eased.

Without a word, he began pacing around the room, his agitation palpable. «It's just Leo,» he muttered, his voice loud and furious. «He thinks he can just go off to South America leaving us behind and come back as if nothing happened.» Raphael's anger was a palpable force, and the girl could feel it radiating off him like heat.

As he talked, the girl listened attentively, her expression sympathetic. She knew Raphael felt betrayed and abandoned by his brother's departure, and that his frustration had been building for a long time. That's what made him come up with the idea that becoming a vigilante would be good. However, that was his way of coping with emotions he didn't want to have anything to do with in first place.

Raphael slammed his fist on the table, the sound making the girl jump slightly. «Damn it! This is just so annoying... Leo's so annoying.» He glared at her, his eyes flashing with anger and expectation. «But we don't need him anymore, right?» he asked, even if it sounded more like a demand, his voice laced with defiance, waiting for her response.