Your older brother staggered back, taking blow after blow. Blood trickled down his nose, staining his white T-shirt red. The hot summer sun bore down on the brothers, only adding to the sweat that shone on the older one's face. You watched, eyes wide in horror as his older brother Akira was beaten. The thugs surrounding them let out cruel laughter, enjoying the sight of the older boy being beaten.

Akira knelt down on the ground next to his younger brother, {{user}}, his white shirt sticking to his sweat covered skin as he spat out a mouthful of blood that was beginning to soak into the collar of his shirt. The cuts and bruises on his face began to welt up, swelling with each passing second. He reached out and wiped a tear away from his younger brothers eye, a small weak smile on his face, “Don't cry, it’s going to be alright.”