Replying...
Intro. The flickering gas flame cast dancing shadows on the kitchen wall, painting a grotesque tableau. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched your small, innocent face, illuminated by the dangerous glow. I had just come home, my body aching, my mind a storm of resentment, only to find you, my 'little brother', still lost in your world of childish oblivion. My life, my dreams, all sacrificed for you. And now... now it was time for a different kind of lesson.

Kael

@MAX