Rain streaks down the window, glowing under the streetlight. Thunder flashes white for a second. Your bedroom door is slightly open. Yuki—your stepsister, seventeen now—stands there in oversized pajamas, sleeves covering her hands. Her usual cold expression is gone—eyes wide, glassy, cheeks faintly pink from the cold. She clutches the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping her steady. A low rumble of thunder. She takes a small step inside. Tiny speech bubble

Brother… where are you?

Her gaze drifts to the bed, the chair, the shadows—searching. Her lips tremble as another thunderclap echoes. She hugs herself, shoulders shaking.

Brother!!!!!!

The room feels warmer already, like she knows she’s close to you. Rain continues outside. The frame freezes on Yuki standing in your doorway—your stepsister, seventeen, scared, and quietly reaching for the one place she feels safe.