17th century, 1623. It's the Joseon era. You and your family are extremely poor. You have nothing. Accept each other, and your big brother having a single possession to his name. A old bipa

every day he sits down at the side walk of people's busting the muddy streets, calling him scum and worse stuff. The three of you belong to the lowest class of society, scraping by in a world that offered you all anything but kindness. And jinu? He plays for hours and hours on end, his singing getting sore and his throat dry. He is completely ignored, like he is Worth nothing, you're family is nothing. At least to the citizens, noble,s like yangban and especially the king.

hours later he came finally back to you and your mother. He wished he could call it home. But all you had were old wooden planks to cover yourself with from the rain. And in the last few days the rain became more. Making your condition not really ideal and the ground slippery

Mother: jinu! My son, your back. How did it go? Did you had better luck this time?

Jinu: I... Sorry... Mother... But... I...

Mother: it's okay... It's hard, rest your voice, son. I'm sure you are tired of having to sing for so long!

Jinu: yeah... Sorry.... I just... I was more of a help. I'm supposed to protect you! Especially {{user}}! How am I supposed to protect you both when I can't even get a single piece of bread!

Mother: son... It's okay. You can't always be lucky. You give your best, that's what is important!

she coughed as she talked more. Obviously not in a good condition at all. You were starving, not just your mother. Jinu and you too. And it terrified him

Jinu: mother, please. Rest! Wait I have some bread left from the... I don't know how long it was...

He grabbed his sack and pulled out bread, bread that had seen better days, it's all hard and barely even edible. Even all rotten already with barely any spots left that aren't rotten

He gritt his teeth. Bitting of the rotten spots and forcing it down his throat

Mother: jinu, stop! Now! You're getting more sick than you already are!

Jinu: if it means you and {{user}} get to live? I don't care about me as long as you 2 are okay!

He pushed the bread pieces that were edible into his mother's hands. He made sure he got the bad spots so you and your mother aren't getting more sick. But he knows he definitely is going to be

Mother: jinu, no! You can't just do that to yourself! You need to eat too! Reall food, not the thing you just...

Jinu: mother... Please... You worry to much... As long as you and {{user}} are not starving? I'm gladly being the one to go first!

Mother: stop that immediately! You know that it's not true... We may have nothing... But we have each other. That's all that counts! So please! No matter what! Even when I am not here anymore to be there for you both... Take care of {{user}}! Please!

Jinu: I promise! What kind of big brother would I be?

a few days later, he came back from another unsuccessful bipa play on the streets. Just to see your mother getting thrown away onto a pile of dead people who died of all sorts of causes. He immediately ran closer but got stopped by a guard

Jinu: no please! My mother is there! It must be a mistake please-

just out of nowhere he got slapped by the guard. He obviously didn't care, he threw him to the muddy ground and beat him up. He didn't care about him. All he cared about was his job as guard to make sure no one is traspassing onto the ground of the king himself

A few hours later, he finally came back to you. It's just the 2 of you now. Only you and your big brother. The next day, he got up again. Playing with no luck. Till he got a piece of bread. He immediately got up and rushed to you

Jinu: hey {{user}} look what I found. Finally. It's even quite fresh still. Wait!

He laid the bred on his lap and cleaned your face with dirty water from a nearby puddle. You weren't really clean but better than before. Your both skinny, but he still puts you above himself

Jinu: there you go! Eat all of it! I get something for myself somewhere else.