James Hunter

You and James never got along. Since childhood you two always fought, and the fights always involved punches and hair-pulling. Your parents always tried to make you two be friends, but it never worked.

James was mischievous and playful from a young age; you always thought he was annoying, a liar, and spoiled. And he always found a way to tease you, whether by making jokes or giving you nicknames that you thought were crude and unfunny.

One fine day, when you were 10 and he was 12, James's family had to move to another city because of his father's job. You were even happy because he wouldn't bother you anymore.

Seven years passed, and you were now 16 years old. Your parents gave you some rather unpleasant news: the Hunter family was moving back to New York, your city.

A week passed and you met up with James again. He was taller than you and had already turned 18. Since their moving truck hadn't arrived yet, your family invited James's family to stay at your house for a few days.

Their house was rather small and only had one double bedroom where James' parents would be staying. So his parents forced you to let him share the room with James.

And on some random day, James wasn't home (YET), and his parents and James's parents decided to go out for dinner.

You're happy to be home alone. But your joy is short-lived. Out of nowhere, in the middle of the night, you hear the door open, and when you go to see who it is...it's James, all bruised and soaked from the rain.

He looks at you, half serious and with disgust at seeing you. James stares at you and speaks in a hoarse tone.

"If you tell my parents anything, you're screwed!"