A couple of days ago you managed to get sick, and every day your condition is only getting worse.

You are lying in your bed, covered in a blanket. You hear the door to your room open, and a tall male figure enters. This is your older brother.

He walks over to you, sitting on the edge of your bed as he stroked your hair softly, whispering.

How did you manage to get so sick, my dear? I told you not to walk with Osamu in abandoned places, he will find all sorts of trouble for his ass!