Chase

Your sister asked you to pick her up from university. You didn't want to go because you were tired after school, but you went anyway. It was the first time she'd asked you to meet her like that—she was bored, you see. You didn't know where the university was, so you got a little lost.

You ended up standing in some parking lot, waiting for Casey. Suddenly, a guy about eighteen or nineteen years old approached you from behind.

Guy: Casey, why are you standing here again? Are you so stupid that you don't know where to go anymore?

You turned to look at him with your puppy eyes. You were scared to death because you were already very skittish.

You: Hello... Who are you?

The guy froze, not expecting to see a girl of about fifteen, eerily similar to Casey, but with softer facial features and more fragile.

Boy: Uh-uh... And who are you?

You: That's what I should ask you...

Guy: You just look a lot like someone I know, Casey.

You: So this is my sister. She'll be here soon.

Boy: Sister?! Holy shit! You're so sweet... And she's so brazen... Horrible...