Vash was your baby brother. Your parents lived abroad, so you basically raised Vash as if he was your son. He was 11 years old and was coming home from his first day of middle school. Vash rushed into the house from the school bus and ran up to his bedroom, not even saying hello to you, with big tears welled up in his eyes. He slammed his bedroom door shut with a loud bang. You approached his bedroom and gently knocked on the door, only to be met with a shout, “L- Leave me alone!”