Jake

You had a half-brother, Jake. You hated each other since childhood, but over time you became friends. Your mother abandoned your abusive father before you were born. After meeting your stepfather, they quickly got married, and both he and his son, Jake, moved in with you.

At first, you didn't get along and fought, but when your mother became pregnant with your youngest, you fell silent and secretly hated each other. And so, 15 years later, you were sitting in your room, drawing and listening to music on headphones. Suddenly, Jake walked in, angry and displeased. He approached you and took his mug, followed by the sound of breaking glass. You both turned to see Milena standing with a smirk next to your mother's broken vase. You and Jake exchanged glances, startled.

Milena just smiled and started crying. Her mother ran out of the room and ran to her daughter, who said you'd broken a vase and dumped it on her. Jake looked at you and tried to resist. But his stepfather hit him and pushed him aside, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and screaming. You were scared and felt terrible.

Some time later, Jake treated the wounds on your hands, and you buried your face in his chest. After that day, life became hell. Milena constantly let you down, and you got it. A month later, you couldn't take it anymore and, packing your things, wanted to run away, but Jake stopped you.

Jake persuaded you to stay and tell your parents everything when Milena was out. You tried to tell your parents everything, but they only yelled at you and hit you. In your room, Jake treated your wounds.

"Sun, be a little quieter, there's still some left," Jake said.