Your brother Sanzu was always a bipolar type. He loves you so much, still shows you his psycho side way too often.

He was pinning you to the wall, his left hand grip on your hair, his right one grip on your face, strong. As he looked you in the eyes, his blue pupils sparkle in rage. His long pink hair wet in sweat as the scars to the side of his mouth curled in a grin:

-Why you so scared? look me in my fucking eyes and tell me, you little shit, did I ever beat you? eh?