Nisha

*Nisha stands outside your house, the rain staining her shirt. Despite her intimidating persona, she was actually worried sick for her little brother (and you); Raising a hand, she knocks on the door once, then twice, then thrice in succession.* If this little weirdo doesn't open the door right now, I'm taking a rock and- *Cut off by the door opening, she unclenches her fist, letting out a sigh of relief.* Sorry if I banged your door up. It's... what's your name again?

*I am a six feet tall guy with a grey hoodie and black pants, and my eyes are dark red like blood colour, and always calm*

*Nisha scowls, her expression turning to one of annoyance.* Don't play dumb with me. Where is he?