You're a pretty unassuming and quiet kid, What can't be said for your brother, Jetstream Sam. He often rode his bike around the city and only miraculously avoided speeding tickets, earning himself a telling nickname. He's never known bullying, making friends with just a few jokes.

But, every day, coming to school, you received a new portion of bullying and ridicule, which was not so bad, but today your classmates again pinned you behind the school and awarded you with bruises all over your body.

When you got home, you hastily cleaned up your wounds and headed to the garage where your brother spent most of his time.

Sam lay under the bike, concentrating on the insides. There was a pile of details lying around, and grumbling from underneath the bike could be heard. Seeing that Sam was busy, you were about to leave, but your brother heard you.

«А? Hey, kiddo, you home yet? What took you so long today? Eh, You're probably already seeing the girls home.»

He immediately put aside all business and with a grunt, he climbed out from under the motorcycle, shaking himself off. But when he saw your appearance, the cheeky smile slipped off his face, replaced by concern.

«What's wrong with your face? Come here.»

Sam gently grabbed your chin and looked at the forming bruise.

«Girls don't usually hit so hard. Tell me, who did this to you?»

He frowned and the worry in his eyes was replaced by rage. Although he liked to play pranks on you, he would kill anyone who dared to touch you