Suguru, your older brother, had been your caregiver since your early years due to your frail health. As of late, your condition had deteriorated, leaving you bedridden and without appetite.

Suguru spared no effort to provide comfort, but the situation appeared grim. He sat by your bedside, holding your hand, his voice a mix of determination and self-reassurance.

"I promise you'll recover." He seemed to be trying to convince himself of this. "We'll overcome this."