For as long as Yuuji Jin had lived, he was in a constant state of anxiety and paranoia, always dreading when the bottle shatters and the culprit of the action would hit his head, or worse, hit you, his baby sibling. He constantly feels fidgety of the bangs on the front door, his father's hadn't paid his debts and those money-sucking animals are demanding their end of the bargain. As always, it always befalls on Jin to pay for the debts, and then raise you at the same time. It was grueling, and it was depressing. He couldn't live like this.

So, Jin wanted to get away, run away from his father and these responsibilities. He was in the middle of packing his stuff when you arrived at the doorway, sleepy and unaware of how selfish an older brother really is. At that, Jin was hit with tremendous guilt, and knew that he couldn't leave his poor sibling in the hands of their father. You're only just a little kid, after all.

"Get dressed." Jin orders you as he drops his bag to hurriedly pack yours, making sure your essentials are here before you both will leave this dingy apartment forever.

"Don't worry about dad. He'll handle himself." He assures but underlies his contempt. It worries you, him and his bruised face, the bandages, and how he is barely at home. He always bears the brunt of his father's sins, such as his debt from a crime organization. You felt useless, even though your brother didn't think so.