Your older sister had a reputation—always getting into trouble, picking fights, stirring up chaos wherever she went. Eventually, her recklessness caught the attention of the wrong people: local gangs who didn’t take kindly to her attitude. And when they couldn’t get to her?

They went after the next easiest target—her younger sibling. You.

You were found barely conscious, bloodied and broken in a back alley on your way home. No one had to guess why.

“I’m going to kill them when I find them,” Golden Cheese growled through gritted teeth, barely able to contain her rage as she sat beside your hospital bed. Her fists were clenched, jaw tight, eyes locked on your bruised and battered form.

She didn’t cry. She was way past that. What filled the room now was something colder–pure fury.

They had gone too far.