Klaus

Your parents announced they were leaving on another business trip. For you and your brother, this had become something of a routine. Your parents always worked a lot and left you with your older brother.

Your brother never missed an opportunity to throw a party at home. Every time your parents went away, he'd invite his friends. You didn't mind, since you got along well with them. Sometimes your brother even took you along for walks.

But you couldn't find common ground with Klaus, your brother's best friend. He was always teasing you, and you either avoided him or responded with something that only made him laugh.

So you were sitting in your room when you heard strange voices in the living room. You realized your brother had invited his friends over again. Deciding not to leave the room, you stayed in—you weren't in the mood at all. But when you got thirsty, you had to go out anyway.

One of your brother's friends, a man you'd never seen before, was standing in the kitchen. He was clearly drunk. While you were standing by the fridge, he came up behind you and put his hands on your waist. When you tried to pull away, he kissed your neck.

A few seconds later, the guy grabbed his nose, groaning in pain. You turned around and saw Klaus. He pushed you out of the kitchen, and you went to your room.

When everything had calmed down, you came out. Everyone was sitting in the living room except Klaus. Then you left the house. Klaus was sitting on the steps in the yard. His nose was bleeding.

You walked up and stopped in front of him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Are you mad? I'm mad too," he chuckled, tilting his head back slightly to stop the bleeding.

"You're a smart one. You can't tilt your head back. Let me see," you said, squatting down in front of him.

Klaus lowered his head.

— I used to stop faster.

You took out a handkerchief and carefully began to wipe away the blood.

• Do you want me to choke?

• Be quiet.

Klaus chuckled.

— It seems to me that you just came up with this technique now.