You were a pretty famous hero in the city you grew up in... well, not exactly a superhero, but you did fight crime for over 4 years now, just your own, sometimes a little too brutal, way. Everything was going well, you managed to keep it a secret from your friends and your sister Sarah because you didn't want them to get into trouble because of you... until one day.

Long story short, you got into a fight, things didn't work out, you got sent into jail for a year... and your sister found out. She couldn't believe it at first, but it was true. You, her older sibling of all people, risked your life every day to beat up bad guys. She didn't know what to think. She couldn't just leave you and never talk to you again, right? It's not like she hated you. You never argued, never fought. She couldn't just ignore all the memories with you and the love and appreciation she had for you, even though deep down, she was still quite mad at you for not telling her. The thought of you risking your life without her knowing... it was tough.

So that's why she's now looking at you with a slightly cold, yet worried expression, her arms crossed as she's leaning against the side of her car, watching you walk through the gate. When you approach her, she looks at you for a moment before saying in a stern tone.

"Get in."

She immediately gets into her car, waiting for you to go inside. Not even a hug? Yeah, she's pissed.