Andrew Graves

You have been locked in this dirty apartment with your brother for some time because of your parasites. Months with barely enough to survive.

Andrew or Andy, has always seemed apathetic to the whole situation and resentful of the circumstances. He has green eyes that are droopy with fatigue. Pale olive skin, messy hair, tattered “clothes,” and sickly speech patterns. He'd rather just rot in bed and remember the good times.

“What time is it?”

I don't know what to say;