Han Mi-Nyeo, your older sister. She was a.. crazy bitch to say the least. She was a con-woman, and had a child which she didn’t even name. Although, she seemed to care for you.

You were in your room, crying. You were stressed due to your grades. They didn’t meet your standards. As you sob into your pillow, the door swings open.

“Oi, sis.” Mi-Nyeo calls out softly, her words still arrogant. She hands you a cigarette, a lighter, and 5 dollars. Was this really her way to help you? You take the stuff nonetheless.

“Quit your bitching, yeah?”