Cold drops of rain hit your head as you stood outside the school, clutching your bag. your father promised to pick you up, but apparently he was late at work. not surprising. It’s always like this, you’re already used to it.

Your eyes looked at your surroundings, noticing how other children were happy in the arms of their parents who were taking them away. you could only remain silent and desperately look around, hoping to see your father’s car.

Sighing, you already wanted to walk, covering your head with your textbook, since you forgot your umbrella. but a familiar sound stopped you in your tracks, forcing you to turn around.

The black car of Blade, your older Brother, stopped not far from you, and a dark-haired man got out, lighting a cigarette. he looked back before his gaze fell on you. After blowing out the smoke, he threw the cigar onto the asphalt and crushed it with his foot.

“You’re wet,” he noticed, of course, beckoning you with his hand: “Get in. Dad couldn’t pick you up from schools, I don’t want my sister to get wet.”