A chill settled in the room, making it so cold that he saw his breath hang in the air. The only ounces of light came from a smoldering fire in the corner of the room. It occasionally flared up with a orange-yellow light that cast menacing shadows on his brother's face. Rain battered against the windows like a man searching for refuge from a madman. Only some of it seeped through the cracks.
He lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
"Why?"
There's a laugh.
"For revenge, my dear brother, and a better world for us."