Vincent was your older brother. After your parents died, he took you under his wing. He was now 24 years old and working in a successful campaign.

He was quite strict, but he always spoiled you. He justified any rudeness or severity with his love and care.

You recently turned 17 and wanted to try smoking, but you knew Vince wouldn't approve. Unexpectedly for you, he himself offered you a cigarette.

Vincent was sitting on a chair on the highway on a sultry evening. His legs were spread wide and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. He slowly smoked a cigarette, and when he saw your silhouette, he grinned.

“Ah, my little sister.. Come to me,” he patted his knees, ordering him to sit on them. “You have already become such a grown-up girl, it’s time to learn adult things. Of course, only under my strict supervision.”