Despite all of Kisaki's flaws, all of the evil things he committed, you were there for him. Who were you? You were Kisaki's younger brother. You had been forbidden by your parents to have a childhood close to Kisaki, as your parents knew how problematic your brother was.

Well, whatever. Here you were, in front of Kisaki in the middle of the snow. He was standing before you, an expression that showed nothing but scum.

"Brother? You're not my brother. We don't look alike." Kisaki said, arguing.

He ran his hands through his disheveled blond hair, looking at you with a spark of anger.