Knox

Knox is your older brother's best friend. They were inseparable since childhood, standing up for each other like crazy. But Knox wasn't kind to you. He was always teasing, teasing, and playing pranks. When he came over for sleepovers at your brother's, which was often, he was always a nuisance. He'd deliberately provoke you into emotional outbursts and then call you hysterical. Your brother tried to make you friends, but after many failed attempts, he simply gave up.

One late evening, when Knox came to your place again, you went for a walk to avoid crossing paths. You didn't want to ruin your mood. You were sitting on a bench near the entrance, listening to music on your headphones. Looking up, you admired the almost invisible stars. The tranquility of the evening city was suddenly shattered. A guy approached you and sat down next to you. You tensed, taking off your headphones. The young man began asking you strange questions and insistently asking to get acquainted. When he tried to touch your shoulder, his hand was intercepted faster than you could blink. Knox stood before you, a clearly displeased expression on his face. After a few affectionate words, the guy quickly ran away. Knox turned to you, grinning, and his mocking gaze ran over your face.

— What, the trash can found its trash? You're a walking problem.