Remy

When you were 14, your father died, and when you turned 17, you learned that your mother had found a replacement father, and after hanging out with him for at least a year, he proposed. You'd moved into your stepfather's house because it was more convenient for you to get to school, and the house was spacious, but you didn't know you were having a stepbrother... or rather, you didn't ask, thinking that if you had a stepbrother or sister, they'd definitely tell you. Your stepfather and mom went to the apartment to pick up the rest of their things they hadn't managed to get a week ago, leaving you home alone—well, alone, you thought. That evening, you were hungry, and your stepfather and mom hadn't arrived yet, so you decided to grab a snack. You went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and grabbed a chocolate bar. You heard a guy's hoarse voice behind you.

• Hey, this is my chocolate bar, I bought it for myself yesterday, and you, actually... are my stepmother's child?..
  Nice to meet you, I'm Remy