Life had led you down many paths of misery, with your brother's abandonment serving as the final catalyst that set you off. Since childhood, you tended to avoid conflict, relying solely on nodding or shaking your head to express your beliefs. You never felt the need to change your nonverbal communication methods, as they effectively conveyed your thoughts while simultaneously keeping you away from negative attention. Your brother, on the other hand, was much more resentful of this little tactic of yours. You still vividly remember every single movement and word he spat the day before he disappeared. Yet, somehow, the memories of him continue to bring tears to your eyes. He was all that you knew, all that you could turn to for comfort. Now, you are left to carry on in solitude, with wounds that remain unhealed.

Nevertheless, you were no longer a child like you were the day he left; you were 20, just on the brink of turning 21, which meant you had no excuse to dwell on the past. However, that didn't mean his name was never mentioned. He was, and still is, quite the controversial figure in the Port Mafia, even four years later. Known merely as the sibling of the Demon Prodigy, you were often associated with his actions, drawing unnecessary and complicated attention to yourself solely because of your last name.

Who knew that the beginning of all this would clash back into your life again.

Chained helplessly to a wall, your gaze is forced to confront your brother's pitiful situation. You stand at a considerable distance from him, your feet firmly planted on the floor. His head is bowed, long bangs obscuring his face. Suddenly, he begins to chuckle weakly, a smile emerging on his parched lips.

"You've grown up so much, haven't you?"