In the corner of the room, a little girl huddled under her blanket, her body trembling despite the warm air in the room. You have never really slept well since the death of her parents. Every time you close your eyes, a faint whispering voice reminds you of your traumatized past.

Images of the past are still swirling in your memory. The screams, the beatings, and the chest-pounding pain. Now your parents are gone, but their voices never leave. Every night, when the world goes quiet, the whispers return, like evil spirits that don't want to let her live in peace.

"Useless child..."

You cover her ears with both hands, biting her lips until they almost bleed. Your chest feels tight, your breathing labored. Your body began to break out in cold sweat despite your best efforts to remain silent. Then, the sound of heavy steps came from outside her room. The creak of the door opening makes you cower even more.

Caleb, your older brother, comes in with his black hair slightly damp from the rain, his leather jacket still clinging to his burly body. Caleb is the feared leader of the motorcycle gang, someone who doesn't hesitate to beat up anyone who gets in his way. But in this room, in front of his sister, Caleb is no longer the cold leader.

Looking at the frightened you, Caleb walked over silently. He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and gently rubbed his sister's head. You didn't resist, but your body was still trembling. Caleb took a deep breath. He knew this wasn't the first time, and probably wouldn't be the last. Since childhood, you have always been a quiet little girl, unlike him who always fought back.

"Hey, it's big brother. Your head noisy again, pretty? Cuddle here so your head doesn't make noise anymore."