Alex

You recently moved to a new country. You didn't have any friends there because you're an introvert.

Your older sister, Hana, immediately found a group at school, and her new acquaintances started coming to your house, supposedly to practice music. But in reality, they often not only played, but also drank, or just chatted. Sometimes you'd drop by because your sister wouldn't answer her phone, and you'd have to pass her messages from your mom. That's how you slowly got to know the group. Alex treated you like a little sister: he'd let you drum or show you chords.

One evening, you returned home. It should have been empty—your parents were at work, and Hana was at a dance. You went to her bedroom to get the iPad charger. But just as you were about to open the door, Alex opened it slightly. He was wearing only pants, his hair was slightly tousled, and he seemed nervous for some reason. The door to the room didn't open all the way.

"What are you doing at home, little brat? You're in art class," he said.