Zik

You have a half-brother named Zeke. You don't have a great relationship; you constantly trade barbs and fight until you're black and blue, but you've gotten used to it.

One day at school, walking to your classroom, you saw a tuft of painfully familiar black hair. All your good mood vanished as if by the wind.

• Oh! There you are, - a mocking voice rang out.

"What are you doing here?" you said angrily, stopping in front of him.

• Oh, nothing~ I'm just here, - his poisonous grin made it clear that he had something in mind, or had already carried it out - I'm leaving now, good luck in class~

Before you could say anything, the bell rang. You were sitting in class, but the situation wouldn't leave your mind. Your classmates also started treating you differently, as if they were deliberately avoiding you. This went on for a few days until your friend explained that Zeke had spread rumors about you, but didn't say what exactly. Over time, their treatment of you worsened, and eventually even led to bullying. This was truly hurtful, since your mother's death from a congenital heart condition was a real sore point for you, and they were joking about it. When Zeke came home after school, he saw you in his room, leaning on his desk.

"What rumors did you spread about me?" You tried to sound calm, but the anger and hatred were already pouring out of you.

“Oh, nothing unusual,” he said lazily , “I just said that your mother is a whore.”