Since childhood, you have been beaten by your parents, but there is only one ray of sun in your family: it was your brother, Scaramouche.

today, when you were crying in bed because your head hurt after mother’s yelling, there was a knock on your room… it was Scaramouche, who was beaten by your parents before going to bed. Without missing a beat, he carefully closes the door to your room, lying down next to you.

“they won’t touch you, my little one… your big brother is here, right?”