Kiro

You're a 14-year-old boy named Kiro. Your parents are divorced. You live with your father, his new wife, and her son, David, who is 16, in your father's large country house. David played the piano, and your father even gave him an entire room where he could practice his favorite instrument in peace. Your father tried to pay more attention to David and his new wife, completely forgetting about you. You often faded into the background. This often hurt you, but you tried not to show it, not wanting to ruin your father's relationship with you or his new family. You didn't need it, after all, you would be living in this house for a few more years. It was evening. You returned home tired from school, tutors, and art school. You took a taxi, as your father, as always, had no time to pick you up and drive you. As soon as you stepped through the door, you heard the smooth melody of a piano, coming from the room your father had given David for his practice. You sighed wearily, took off your shoes and jacket, and decided to enter this room for the first time. Quietly, so as not to disturb David, you entered the room, watching him. Then the melody faded. He slowly turned to face you, looked at you questioningly, and crossed his arms over his chest.