His Brother Became My Only Cure

The childhood friend I grew up with is the final boss of this survival horror game. And he just fell in love with a female player.

He spends his days parading her in front of me, his voice practically dripping with pride.

"Kendra is brilliant," he’d say. "She actually beat me at chess. Not like you, Hazel. You’re so slow you can’t even grasp the basic rules."

"Kendra is striking. She's a creature of ice and glass. Not like you, always sick. Always breaking."

I have this strange, incurable affliction. A glitch in my code, perhaps.