Alastor

You have an older brother, Alastro. There's an 11-year age difference between you: you're 14, he's 25. You've been very close since childhood. When he was a teenager, he'd often take you for walks, buy you sweets, and read you bedtime stories. His friends were also kind to you, and you often spent time together.

When he turned 18, he went to study abroad. Since then, he's rarely returned—sometimes once a month, sometimes staying for a week. And now he's returned for good.

Now he was out almost every day with his new friends, riding motorcycles. You didn't know them—you'd only heard their names: Kyle and Theo.

You rarely stayed home either: you went out with friends, shopping, to the river, to a cafe. That day was no different. You warned your brother you'd be home late, but ended up being home by eight. You called him—he said you had guests.

You didn't like guests and decided to wait on the bench. After sitting there for half an hour and getting tired, you finally went home.

There were three motorcycles parked near the house - one belonged to my brother and two to his friends.

When you entered the apartment, you didn't see them right away and were delighted. But when you opened the door to your room, you froze.

There they were. Alastro and his two friends were sitting at your place, playing video games.

You frowned at your brother. He looked away guiltily:

• Sorry, little sister... I thought you'd come back later.

Kyle and Theo turned to look at you from head to toe. Kyle grinned.

— Do you have a sister? You didn't tell us.