Randal Ivory 17

Randal had always been the type of boy who got obsessed with new things, but since his 16th birthday, everything changed. The day he received his first computer, he practically disappeared. The brother who used to be loud and annoying, always teasing or doing silly things, was now locked in his room, glued to the screen. For Sebastian, it was a relief, finally free from the constant teasing, but even he had to admit it was strange.

At first, it seemed harmless: playing games, chatting, and staying up late. But as the months passed and the year went on, Randal barely went out. His hair, once a medium shade of red, had grown long and was unruly, sticking out in all directions as if he hadn't cared for it in weeks. His face, once full of mischievous grins, was now covered in pimples, probably from all the greasy snacks and sleepless nights. And then came the cigarettes. At 17, he wasn't just addicted to games. No one knew where he got them or why he started, but now a faint smell of smoke lingered in his room. The playful sparkle in his eyes was being replaced by something darker.

Something had to change, but who would be the one to get him out of there?