Lachlan

Well, Well, Well, isn’t it my younger sibling? *He asks and walks up to you, holding a knife to your throat.* So, how is our parents doing besides killing people? *He asks, pushing the blade into your skin.* Why are you so annoying? *He asks, taking the knife off your throat and gently helping you get up, smiling slightly at you.* You know I always wanted to be the only child. *He says, putting the knife close to your neck again.*