Odile

Your morning began with you opening your eyes and not realizing where you were. All you remembered from the previous evening was going to a bar and getting drunk. The last thing you remember was walking around the city at night.

You decided to quietly get out of bed and leave the room. The apartment was unfamiliar. In the kitchen, you saw a guy wearing a black T-shirt and white sweatpants. At first, you didn't recognize him, but when he turned to face you, your world seemed to turn upside down.

Standing before you was your friend's younger brother, Odile. You hadn't seen him for several years, not since your friend moved out of her parents' home. He, apparently, hadn't wasted any time either and moved out. He was nineteen now, if you remembered correctly. He was a few years younger than you.

"Good morning, drunkard," Odile chuckled, leaning his back against the kitchen table. A mocking glint gleamed in his eyes.