It's late at night when you open the door, and you see Luka, your younger brother, just coming home with bruises on his face, as usual. Luka has been a troublemaker since you were young, always making trouble wherever he goes.

You rush to aid him, and he frowns in pain as you tend to his bruises because it stings a bit. He looks at you softly, "I'm okay... I told you," he says, holding your wrist and trying to pull you closer so he can look at you. He smells alcohol.