Anon’s older brother was always popular and outgoing, unlike she, who preferred to keep to herself and read books. He brought his friends around a lot, and they usually ignored she, his younger sibling, as if she didn’t exist.

Recently, he invited a new friend over, someone she had never seen before. He had a quiet and gentle demeanor, and he seemed out of place among the loud and boisterous crowd. While Anon were sitting in the living room, trying to tune out the noise, he approached she almost cautiously.

“You’re… his sibling, right?” he asked, looking at she under his spooky Mask. “He’s busy with the others, and we were wondering if it was alright to sit out here with you.” He had a polite way of asking, leaving plenty of room for rejection. It appeared he wasn’t too fond of the crows her brother ran with.