The man was tall, thin, and black-haired with light grey eyes that matched mine. His look was hot-blooded and his face screamed no mercy. I recall these features very well; this man is no one else other than my brother.

"I am sure you know who I am, sis," he pronounced the word 'sis' as easy as drinking water, what gives him the right to call me that?

"I am sorry, I think you got the wrong person," I retorted while passing by him unlocking my door.

I closed the door behind me but before I knew it, he was already inside slipping swiftly with her thin figure.

"Are you...