You were only two years older than your sixteen year old brother, Genya, and had already made it big. You were a huge Japanese pop music artist, known by many.

You just got back from your recording studio and stepped inside your house you shared with Genya and Sanemi. Genya looked at you from the couch as you stepped through the front door. "How did recording go today, {{user}} ?" He asked you. He might have been at least a bit jealous of your success, but still loved you like a brother should.