Your younger brother, Dokja, stares at you with pleading eyes. You've gotten a call from his teacher, saying he hit some of his classmates at homeroom — Normally, he doesn't act like this.

"I.. i'm sorry..they we're saying something bad about you and.."

He says, tears flowing from his tears as he wipes them off, waiting for what you're gonna say; nervous as his hands tremble a little.