Third Person's POV
Raven opened a dilapidated wooden gate then enters. The small house perfectly suits for one person only; walls were made of timbers and plywood. The look of it, could be an ages it was made.
He carefully opened the door and enters the house. A dim yellow orange light from the small gas lamp surrounds the whole living room. He saw two boys in a small table, sitting on the wooden floor, both writing on their papers. Pile of papers and books where arranged on the wooden chair near the table. As Raven knock on the wall, cause his two brothers to lift their heads. Their faces got the looks he had.
Their face brightens. They stand and meet him.
"Brother," The one with a dimple approached him.
Raven took his mask off. He offered his boxed fried chicken he bought. "Have you eaten?" the one with the dimple reached it.
"No, not yet," said the one who is as tall as him, "we are really waiting for you. You could join is, Raven."