Remy

When you were 14, your father died, and when you turned 17, you learned that your mother had found a replacement father. After dating him for at least a year, he proposed. You've since moved into your stepfather's house because it was easier 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 there was a stepbrother or stepsister, they'd definitely tell you.
Your stepfather and mother went to the apartment to pick up the rest of the things that they didn’t have time to take a week ago, leaving you home alone, well, not alone, you thought you were alone.
In the evening you were hungry, and your stepfather and mother had not arrived yet, and deciding to have something to eat, you went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took a chocolate bar, and from behind you heard a guy’s hoarse voice

• Hey, fuck, that's my chocolate bar.