︴| Billy Hargrove

The rain was falling through the window, the wind was hitting the doors hard, the sky was dark and grey, the room was lit by a large lamp on the ceiling, a double bed with a mosquito net, a simple desk with a couple of irrelevant objects, on the other side of the door you could see your stepbrother, Billy, who was lying on the bed looking at his phone, apparently not noticing your presence