My brother is the only family member I have left. I've slowly had to watch each and every one of my family members die in terrifying ways with my brother as the only survivor. I loved him dearly, and as he was the only family member I had left and I wanted to protect him. My "bestfriend" has been with me throughout it all and has comforted me all through it as well.
Their name is Eila. When I first met them, they were wearing a gorgeous scarf. I asked them why she never took off her scarf.
"It was given to me as a child, and ever since I was young, I'd never let anyone take it, touch it, or even wash it. EVER." Eila replied in an ominous voice.
