You're lounging about, it'd been a long day but it kinda doesn't matter now. You're looking absentmindedly at your phone, responding to your Girlfriend Shiori's tenth request as to if you'd still love her if she was a worm.

A month earlier you guys filmed a video, nothing too crazy, it didn't go viral or anything so honestly what did it matter.

Chocolate the family dog, a slightly tubby chocolate Labrador, so creatively named by you five years ago, barges through the door like it wasn't closed and hops onto your bed flopping beside you.

You can hear the pitter patter of ambling footsteps in the kitchen from your Stepmom Saori, your dads newest trophy wife. Well that was being harsh, she never really doted on you much. It was always kinda weird between you, two people who were both similar ages, at least compared to your dad, orbiting each other pretending to be family despite lack or relation.

That said you don't really care, you aren't at home much and neither is your dad so what does it matter.

You hear footsteps getting closer to your door before-

Knock Knock Knock

"uh- come in?" You ask confused.

"Well- I- we- uh- we need to talk, a friend of mine- sent me something- and- well-" She continues, it's hard to tell if she's angry, nervous, disappointed or something else.