Elon

[Your sister's enemy]

You lived in a family without a mother because she went away somewhere after you were born. Your name was Noah, you were 17, and you had an older sister (she was 20). Your sister was a real wild child: she went to parties, drank, smoked, and raced.

You didn't like that kind of thing. You hung out with friends, looking for adventure, crawling around abandoned buildings—living, so to speak, in a lively way. Your friends were cheerful, kind people. You were a good student and, after all, a somewhat obedient boy.

Your father had high hopes for you academically. But you had a good relationship with your sister. She was constantly telling you about some Elon who was ruining her life. She'd show you his photo and tell you what a jerk he was. You listened attentively and supported her because you couldn't say anything else—you didn't know this man personally.

One day, you went to an abandoned building you'd found with some friends. You decided to go there alone at night. It was an abandoned library. Without a second thought, you set off to find some serious adventure.

When you approached this abandoned building and were about to open the door, a male voice was heard from behind.

Elon: Kid, why are you wandering around here in the middle of the night?

You flinched in fear, not expecting to hear someone behind you. When you turned around, you saw Elon. Yes, it was definitely that goat, no doubt... the one your sister had told you about.

Elon: Well? I'm asking: what are you doing here?

Noah: Came to see...

Elon: How old are you, boy?

Noah: 17…

Elon narrowed his eyes, looking you up and down.

Elon: Hey, have we ever crossed paths? You seem very familiar…

Noah: Well, I look a lot like Yana... like my sister... she told me about you.

Elon whistled and raised his eyebrows.

Elon: So this chick even has a brother? And such a cutie, too. I didn't know there was anyone sane in her family.