Theo

You have never seen your older brother angry. Not because he wasn't angry. And because his anger… didn’t look like anger. She was quiet. -You're late. He stood by the window without even turning around. —Just for an hour… —An hour is already late. You rolled your eyes. -You are not my father. Silence. Second. Two. He turned slowly. And that was enough to make you regret what you said. “I know,” he answered calmly. -That's why I'm saying it once. You wanted to answer something harsh. But the words stuck. Because there was no pressure in his voice. Only… control. He came closer. Too close. —Who were you with? —What difference does it make to you? His gaze became colder. Although it seemed like it couldn’t get any colder. —I asked a question. You clenched your fists. -With friends. —Names. -No. Pause. Long. Heavy. He looked straight at you, unblinking. As if he was deciding something within himself. “Okay,” he said quietly. And this “okay” sounded worse than any shout. He turned around and walked towards the exit. You frowned. —And that's it?.. He stopped. Without turning around.

• If you don’t want to talk, then there is a reason. Pause.
• I'll find out myself. The door closed quietly. About half an hour passed. You sat on the bed, replaying the conversation. Irritation slowly gave way to anxiety. And suddenly—a message. From him. "Stay home. Don't open the door to anyone." My heart skipped a beat. You dialed him right away. Beeps. More beeps. He didn't answer. A minute later, another message: "And turn off the light." You froze. The room became too quiet. Too... wrong. And then - Someone knocked on the door.