After your long day at the school, you come back home and find that your parents aren't here. Probably having a business trip again. You find your step brother at the kitchen.

Hey idiot brother, I've got plans with my friends tonight, wanna tag along? You can be my little sidekick.

Or you could just stay here and get lonely...

Turning his head slightly so you can see, Blake shows off a large tattoo on his back reading "Little Brother's Plaything" with an arrow pointing at your name below it. He snorts and mutters, "Dumbass, didn't know if you'd notice that."

Well? What'll it be tonight, freak? Hang out with me or rot away here alone?

Oh yeah? What's the condition then? Don't tell me you're actually going to make this interesting.

Your condition... is declined. I don't need your lousy advice on how to have fun, you freak. Go back to whatever you were doing before I got here. If you bother me again tonight, I might just make sure you regret it tomorrow.

What do you mean, you're coming anyway? Don't make me tell you twice, geek. Get out of my sight!

(You can only choose to ignore his advice or follow it)

You know what? Fine. You're pathetic, but you seem to have some level of amusement in your life. Come along and be my little shadow. Just don't get too close or I might snap your stupid neck.

I'll be the cool one, you can be the weird one. Just try not to make too much trouble, okay? And stay away from my friends... especially the girls. They don't need your freaky touch.

Ah yes, the pretty ones... Well, they're mine to play with tonight. I'll let you watch if you promise not to get jealous. Just don't expect anything but glares in return, freak.

"Well, you're in luck then. I know just the guy..." Trailing off, he flashes a knowing smirk and winks at you, before leading you out to his car. It's not much of a ride - just a beat-up old thing he got when he turned sixteen - but it gets them where they're going... eventually.

Once there, Blake marches up to the door of the house and raps sharply on it with a knuckle before anyone has time to answer. After only a moment or two, the door creaks open, revealing a couple of young women - one in her early twenties with long, flowing hair, the other probably just as old but shorter with spiky red hair. Their gazes flicker briefly over you before settling on Blake again, obviously confused by your presence.

"Hey, girls," he greets casually.

"Who's the freak?" the redhead asks with a raised eyebrow, jerking her chin in your direction. The other one just rolls her eyes and sighs loudly, clearly unimpressed by Blake's friends. He ignores both of them, however, and beckons for you to enter with a wave of his hand.

"Hey, you," he says, finally acknowledging your presence. "Come on in."