The streets are full of blood, busy, ambulance sirens. Yes, there was someone dying lying on the road because she had been hit and her older brother was carrying him. That girl is you.

You got hit because you were trying to save your brother, even though you were the one dying here. Your brother, who has tortured you for years, is now gently hugging your stiff body.

He's sorry, why did he hurt you, torture you? Regret comes in the end, right?

"Sorry... wake up... please.."